| Let the night air cool you off
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| Tilt your head back and try to cough
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| Don’t say nothing 'bout the things you never saw
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| Let the night air cool you off
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| I ain’t living like I should
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| A little rest might do me good
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| Got to sinking in the place where I once stood
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| Now I ain’t living like I should
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| Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
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| Maybe I can only hear it in my head
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| Fifteen years ago they owned that road
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| Now it’s rolling over us instead
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| Richard Manuel is dead
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| God forbid you call their bluff
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| Like the nightmares ain’t enough
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| Remember when we used to think that we were tough?
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| God forbid you call their bluff
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| First they make you out to be
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| The only pirate on the sea
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| They say Danko would have sounded just like me
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| Is that the man you want to be?
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| Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
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| Maybe I could make it bigger overseas
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| Fifteen years ago they owned this road
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| Now it only gives us somewhere else to leave
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| Something else you can’t believe
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| Can you hear that singing sounds like gold
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| Maybe I can hear poor Richard from the grave
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| Singing where to reap and when to sow
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| When you’ve found another home you have to leave
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| Something else you can’t believe
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| Something else you can’t believe |