The Tragically Hip - Save the Planet Lyrics
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Save the Planet
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What Are The Lyrics For Save the Planet By The Tragically Hip?
The man 'cross the street, he don't move a muscle
Though he's all covered in dust When constitutions of granite can't save the planet What's to become of us? With a painted restraint, I don't move a muscle Though a turbine roars If the bathwater's clear and my ear's underwater It's a tolerant hum from the core Sleep's beckoning from the depths From the cracks and from the crevices Join the army of ghosts, the murmurs in the mist That's when the powers of observation Come to the periphery town And we'd carry their water We don't make a sound And after gaining our resignation They come through the chain link fence Your only enemy's panic Your only chance is to start making sense Sleep plunging into deeper debt Into bunkers and black minarets On a geyser of ink, a morning voice faint and yet And it sounds hero-incredible Sound that makes the headphones edible Awake, affiliated and indelible The man 'cross the street don't move a muscle Though he's all covered in dust Says constitutions of granite can't save the planet What's left to captivate us? (what's to become of us?) What's left to captivate us? (what's to become of us?) What's left to captivate us? (what's to become of us?) What's to become of us? |
What's The Duration Of The Save the Planet By The Tragically Hip?The duration of Save the Planet is 3:38 minutes and seconds. |
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