Twelve men broke loose in '73From millhaven maximum securityTwelve pictures
First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talkOr
Me debunk an American myth?And take my life in my
They shot a movie once in my home townEvery body
Well I thing we got a problem hereOur voices don't
Sled Dogs after dinner close their eyes on their howlin'
The beautiful lull, the dangerous tugWe get to feel small
He said I'm fabulously richC'mon just lets goShe kinda bit
Songwriters: Baker, Robert; Downie, Gord; Fay, John; Langlois, Paul; Sinclair,
Bourbon blues on the street loose and completeUnder skies all
There's not a breath of air tonight.I got my windows
I could make you scared if I want me toI'm
Instructions from the manual could no have been more plainThe
Violins and tambourinesThis is what we think they meanIt's hard
There She Blows, Jacque CousteauHear her sing so sweat and
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