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I was choking on attemtped laughter |
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As I looked up from the room |
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A symphony of breezes caught me |
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Drifting around my tomb |
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Watching to see if they knew me |
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With my faceless intruders pride |
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And even with those illusions, well I |
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Could not escape to hide, |
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I could not hide |
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Good God you know I could not hide |
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But I cried |
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Hang on, hang on, hang, hang on |
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Hang on, hang on, hang, hang on |
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My friends say it rained yesterday |
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At least that's what all my friends say, |
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Well it looks like it's going to rain today |
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Least that's what all the papers say |
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Now a Toronto subway is not a cool place to be |
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When you're feeling lonely and low |
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The trackes look warm and inviting, well it, |
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Must be a fast way to go, |
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Hang on to your resistance, |
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Don't let it slip away, |
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Hang on to your resistance, because, |
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Tomorrow's a new day, tomorrow's a new day |
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Goog God you know tomorrow's a new day |
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Hang on , hang on, hang, hang on |
