| I want a book that’ll make me drunk
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| Full of freaks and disenfranchised punks
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| No amount of hate, no load of junk
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| No bag of words, no costume trunk
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| Could make me feel the same way
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| An inch an hour, two feet a day
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| To move through night in this most fashionable way
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| There’s this fucking band you got to see
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| They used to scare the living shit out of me
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| No frothing dog, no cool insanity
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| No rock and roll, no christianity
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| Makes me feel the same way
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| An inch an hour, two feet a day
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| To move through night with very little else to say
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| But I’m helpless less with the people than the space
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| No struggle town, no bemused Trudeau
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| No solitary walks through vacant lots in moon glow
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| Tonight the winter may have missed its mark
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| You can see your breath in springside park
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| Coffee coloured ice and peeling birch bark
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| The sound of rushing water in the dark
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| Makes me feel the same way
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| An inch an hour, two feet a day
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| To move through life with very little else to say
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| But I’m helpless more with the people than the space
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| I mean I’m helpless less with the people than the space
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| You see, I don’t know Neil, I don’t know Neil |