The Tragically Hip - Sherpa

      
 
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 a b 
  
 Me and the vivid girl in our hammock to the stars
 a b 
  
 staring into the fire before TV, the remote-control's on Mars
 
 
 a b 
  
 In the dope of the pigment, in a poetic state of mind
 a b a 
   
 in a flood of country, we lay down to kill some time
 
 
 a b f e 
    
 e 
 
 And we spoke languidly of the Northern Bee
 a b f e 
    
 f e 
  
 and collecting dewdrops for tea underneath the cannonball tree
 
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