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We the dead, we the dead find a country road |
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Country road, lead the dead from our homes to the ground |
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Make a book of the maggots our bodies will snare |
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'Cause the earth is the earth, no need to travel in the air |
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The CN Tower is built upon our bones! |
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The CN Tower will always be our home! |
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Decorate 'round the base, all the graves of our lost loves |
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Cabbages, ginger root and a crucifix |
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Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn't stay |
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Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway |
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I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn't say |
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Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway |
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From the top of the tower |
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Radio buzz in our ears |
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We can see your house from here |
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We can see your house from here |
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From the top of the tower |
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Radio buzz in our ears |
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We can see your house from here |
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We can see your house from here |
