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The Tragically Hip


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The Tragically Hip
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I write about words, I find treasure or worse
I watch the end of man and, and I dream like a bird

I remain aloft and I forget a lot
I try not to try and I can remember or not

I'm a real machine, it follows
You're a real machine, fed on shadows*
I'm a real machine. Follow?
You're a real machine, we're fed on shadows

I return your gaze and I wait in the rain
All inchoate desires, I do what I hate

I remain aloft and I forget a lot
Then I try not to try and I can remember, or not

You're a real machine, it follows
I'm a real machine. Follow


I'm a real machine, it follows
You're a real machine, fed on shadows
I'm a real machine, it follows
You're a real machine. Fed on shadows



* “His intelligence and emotions may quite well be in fine shape, it's his imagination that's been starved and fed on shadows” – Northrop Frye


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