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The Tragically Hip Road Apples On The Verge Here we are, now where are we? It's like nothing I've ever seen We got hoarse-throated huckster's whispered gimmicks Rubbernecking the curious cynics And headlong-walkers, one born every minute Do I plug it in? Or do I stick it in it? I don't know what came over me I'm too dumb for words I didn't think I'd like it here at all But, I swear, I swear I'm on the verge Here we are, now where are you? The long lost Queen's of some Hoodoo? Well we're the last of the big-time penetrators Playin' dead to fuck the undertaker The movie'll come out a little bit later The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Satyr I don't know what came over me I'm too dumb for words I didn't say I'd like it here at all But, I swear, I swear I'm on the verge Here we are, now don't ask how The time to leave was kinda now Well don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief Deadheading's never gonna kill the Chief It's an empty road without relief And I'm a highway romance milking thief I don't know what came over me I'm too dumb for words I didn't think I'd like it here at all But, I swear, I swear I'm on the verge |
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