The Tragically Hip - 700 ft. Ceiling lyrics

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The Tragically Hip - 700 ft. Ceiling lyrics

Let's go to the park Let's go watch them flooding Out there after dark Don't have to think of nothing And I love that for For the way I'm feeling Seven hundred foot Seven hundred foot ceiling Let's take it to the top Of the tobacco nation We can aim the dish For hardcore invitations And I hate that for For the things I'm thinking When the clouds are low Seven hundred and sinking It's part hard, hard to remember It's part hard to say Parts unknown, unknown forever And those parts fade away But leanings toward, toward a full-stop's All I hear you say One foot on the stump The other's on the pulpit Seven hundred foot Seven hundred foot pulpit And I love that for For the way I'm feeling Seven hundred foot Seven hundred foot ceiling It's part hard, hard to remember It's part hard to say Parts unknown, unknown forever And those parts fade away In our own back yard We can do some flooding When it's cold and dark Don't have to think or nothing Don't have to think or nothing