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The Tragically Hip
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Vapour Trails
Lyricist:Robert Baker, Gord Downie, John Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
Titillations been replaced, by interstate brick face and coffee mate And by a list of phone calls, you'll like to make Where you could sit on the edge of your bed And you could stare into your own shoes
And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose Just rig up a complication, and if it derails You can throw away the rudder and float away like vapour trails
There's nothin' funnier than pride in an utterly confident stride So I pulled the car on over to give you a ride Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin' wet shoes Through rain pools evaporatin', says in this sign I'll conquer you
I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride But there's nothin' uglier than a man hittin' his stride Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin' over their hoes Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Now the mornin's over, it's time to let them sprinklers hose
Past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms And fields of muscles quilted to the bone Right now I'm flyin' over, ya right now I'm flyin' home Where I can sit on the end of my bed And I can stare into my own shoes
And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails I rigged up a complication, totally derailed So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails I pulled the car on over (It's time to let them sprinklers hose)
Woo, woo, woo, throw away the rudder
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