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38 Years Old - Tragically Hip

"Twelve men broke loose in '73 From Milhaven maximum security Twelve pictures lined up across the front page seems the mounties had a summertime war to wage The chief told the people they had nothing to"

Wheat Kings - Tragically Hip

"Sundown in the Paris of the prairies Wheat Kings have all their treasures barried All you hear are the rusty breezes Pushing around the weather vane Jesus In a zippo lighter you see the killer's face Maybe"

Morning Moon - Tragically Hip

"The reactor's down, I guess for labor day today It's the first day I ain't seen great plume of steam From across the lake, from across the lake Hey, that's a morning moon, yeah I'm not making strange,"

Nautical Disaster - Tragically Hip

"I had this dream where I relished The fray and the screaming that filled my head all day It was as though I'd been spit there, settled in , into a pocket Of a lighthouse off some rocky socket, Off the"

Blow At High Dough - Tragically Hip

"They shot a movie once in my home town Every body was in it from miles around Out at the speedway some kinda Elvis thing Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything Get it out get it all out Yeah"

Grace, Too - Tragically Hip

"he said I'm famously rich C'mon just lets go She kinda bit her lip Geez, I don't know But I can guarantee There'll be no knock on the door I'm a total pro that's what I'm here for I come from downtown Born"

Coffee Girl - Tragically Hip

"It's hard to leave your bed The cooling hot summer sheets Hangover hanging on by the fangs Walk to work on wild feet And get to the back door Look around then turn the key Turn on all the lights Take down"

New Orleans Is Sinking - Tragically Hip

"Bourbon blues on the street loose and complete Under skies all smoky blue-green I can Forksake the dixie dead shake So we dance the sidewalk clean My memory is muddy what's this river I'm in New Orleans"

Ahead By A Century - Tragically Hip

"First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk Or sit silently and listen to our thoughts With illusions of someday casting a golden light No dress rehearsal, this is our life That's when the hornet"

Don't Wake Daddy - Tragically Hip

"Sled Dogs after dinner close their eyes on their howlin' ways Kurt cobain, reincarnated, sighs and licks his face Then they drift past strips of Seregeneti and the gates of sleepy hollow too You can pause"

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