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Robertson: |
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Everybody knows him; you know this guy I think. Yea |
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Young: |
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Thank you. |
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Young: |
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I'd just like to say before I start that, ah, one of the pleasures of my life is being able to be on the stage with these people tonight |
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Young: |
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They got it now Robbie. |
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[Musical intro] |
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There is a town in north Ontario, |
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With dream comfort memory to spare, |
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In my mind I still need a place to go, |
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All my changes were there. |
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Blue, blue windows behind the stars, |
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Yellow moon on the rise, |
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The big birds flying across the sky, |
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They were throwing shadows on our eyes. |
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Leave us |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless |
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Baby can you hear me now? |
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The chains are locked and tied across my door, |
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Baby, sing with me somehow. |
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Blue, blue windows behind the stars, |
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Yellow moon on the rise, |
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The big birds flying across the sky, |
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They're throwing shadows on our eyes. |
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Leave us |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Babe can you hear me now? |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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The chains are locked and tied across my door |
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Baby, baby, baby, sing with me somehow |
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With me so helpless |
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Helpless, helpless, helpless. |
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Thanks |
