| We the dead, we the dead find a country road
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| Country road, lead the dead from our homes to the ground
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| Make a book of the maggots our bodies will snare
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| 'Cause the earth is the earth, no need to travel in the air
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| The CN Tower is built upon our bones!
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| The CN Tower will always be our home!
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| Decorate 'round the base, all the graves of our lost loves
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| Cabbages, ginger root and a crucifix
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| Never rode on the plains, never thought I couldn’t stay
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| Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway
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| I could fill up the lake with all the things I didn’t say
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| Had a good run anyway, had a good run anyway
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| From the top of the tower
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| Radio buzz in our ears
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| We can see your house from here
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| We can see your house from here
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| From the top of the tower
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| Radio buzz in our ears
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| We can see your house from here
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| We can see your house from here |