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Dave Bidini and Janet Morassutti |
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Wake up, raise the curtains |
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From your deep provincial eyes. |
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Speak up, for I am certain |
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That it's no disguise. |
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'Cause soldiers stopping traffic |
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Couldn't keep these wheels at bay; |
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Their guns smoked, then the sun broke, |
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And we hauled away. |
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And mothers of the country take two flags and make a sail. |
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We'll sail the big dominion. |
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This song is falling... |
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And did you get my message |
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On the People's Radio? |
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I wrote it in Alberta |
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Across the prairie's spine. |
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And I'd rather jump the borders |
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That trail from east to west |
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And get the booking agent |
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To find another band. |
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I built my rocket in a shed. |
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I'm going to launch it at the sun. |
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I'm going to launch it from my pad. |
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Oh, could I get this? |
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It's my northern wish. |
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Meanwhile in the forest |
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In a parliament of trees, |
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The ink will crack and dry all up, |
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But the compass will swing anyways. |
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And we don't need mathematics |
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And we don't need submarines |
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To tell how far that the land does go... |
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Till it hits the shore. |
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Wake up, raise the curtains |
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From your deep provincial eyes. |
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Speak out, for I am certain |
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This song is over. |
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(Land ho!) |
