Tragically Hip - Sherpa Ukulele

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Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
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 staring into the fire before TV, the remote-control's on Mars


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 In the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
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 in a flood of country, we lay down to kill some time


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 And we spoke languidly of the Northern Bee
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 and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree

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