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Well, Tom Thomson came paddling past |
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I'm pretty sure it was him |
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And he spoke so softly in accordance |
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To the growing of the dim |
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He said, "Bring on a brand new renaissance |
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'Cause I think I'm ready |
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Well, I've been shaking all night long |
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But my hands are steady" |
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And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away) |
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And three people went on their way |
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Three pistols strong |
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And three people spent |
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Well, he found his little, lonely love |
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His bride of the northern woods |
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But she took me to the Opera House |
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Like he said she would |
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Then she sighed and she fell from the balcony |
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Shakespeare's bent to touch |
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She never had any time for me |
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'Cause I didn't protest enough |
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And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away) |
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And three people went on their way |
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Two pistols strong |
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And two people spent |
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Well, little girls come on Remembrance Day |
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Placing flowers on his grave |
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She waits in the shadows till after dark |
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To sweep them all away |
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I say, bring on the brand new renaissance |
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'Cause I think I'm ready |
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Well, I've been shaking all night long |
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But my hands are steady |
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And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away) |
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And three people went on their way |
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Three pistols strong |
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And three people spent |
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And three pistols came (yeah, sweep them all away) |
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And three people went on their way |
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One pistol strong |
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And three people spent |
