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The Besnard Lakes
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Albatross
Sad tyrant, turn on a dime in the sultry West Coast night Hopping along skid row, amongst the hopeful and their junk
You showed me so much Took us to a new high Speeding along in a clean machine Riding the wake of another one, so mean
Those days are now long gone Wish I had your picture Memory will do the trick So I wanted to help you
And I have to admit things got weird for a bit And I screamed for you, There goes my man
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