I've spent all my life just carrying onAnd for every
Here comes Mary pulling forty miles of painWalks in, slaps
Poor old Captain Bleeding Heart is down in the dumps
What do you do with a drunken sailor,What do you
He played in the minors, he was a puck stopOne
I was there on the day that you diedAnd I'm
I knew you were absurd but did you think you
It's raining again in Vancouver, I haven't seen the sun
Voices calling me home where I belongAnd I'm longing to
I've spent all my life just carrying on
And for every
(spoken)
Thank you very much! Now we are very, uh, patriotic
She's seeing colours in a million shades of grey
She might
I was there on the day that you died
And I'm
They're all livin' a month of Sundays
They're all lookin' for
You could hardly call it sublime
But it was a pretty
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