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By The Weakerthans, Doctors play your dosage like a card trick
Scrabbled down the
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By The Weakerthans, i want to call requests through heating-vents,
and hear them answered
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By The Weakerthans, February always finds you folding
Local papers open to the faces
Passed
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By The Weakerthans, When the bus shelter windows and napkin-dispensers surprise with distorted
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By The Weakerthans, They called here to tell me that your're finally dying,
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By The Weakerthans, Measure me in metered lines
And one decisive stare
The time it
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By The Weakerthans, So you don't get to be a saint
Martyrs never last
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By The Weakerthans, I changed the oils and oiled the squeaks
Patched the holes
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By The Weakerthans, My confusion cornered commuters
Are cursing the cold away
As December tries
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By The Weakerthans, Held like water in you shaking hands are all the
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By The Weakerthans, I have a headache. I have a sore back. I
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By The Weakerthans, So the fields are stubble,
the garden is done where the
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By The Weakerthans, He looked more like our fathers
Not a goalie, player, athlete
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By The Weakerthans, Garage Sale. Saturday.I need to pay
my heart's outstanding bills.
A
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By The Weakerthans, Her body is a difficult sister, and she loves her,
and
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By The Weakerthans, Wait until the day says it's closing, and public is
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By The Weakerthans, Knock so I'll know you're still there, half listening, interpreting
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By The Weakerthans, There's blood in the sink, and he's plunging his wrists
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By The Weakerthans, Oh, all the words I should not know
Those doctors wrote
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By The Weakerthans, Morning bright, rise.
Go over your lines.
Iron your carefully
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By The Weakerthans, Had one of those days
When you wanna try heroin,
Drunk driving,
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By The Weakerthans, My city's still breathing (but barely it's true)
through buildings gone
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By The Weakerthans, Takes a dried up ball-point, lemon juice and water, keeps
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By The Weakerthans, I woke you up at four this morning
To whimper and
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By The Weakerthans, They're tearing up streets again.
They're building a new hotel.
The Mayor's
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By The Weakerthans, In the stick count for the song
Of knowing you're gone
Glancing
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By The Weakerthans, All night restaurant, North Kildonan. Luke warm coffee tastes like
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By The Weakerthans, Late afternoon, another day is nearly done
A darker grey is
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By The Weakerthans, Just one more drink and then I should be on
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By The Weakerthans, I'm standing on this corner.
Can't get their attention.
Facing rush hour