The Tragically Hip

The Tragically Hip - As I Wind Down the Pines lyrics

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As I wind down the pines

it's the lines on your face

playing on your face



Without thinking so much

as abandoning thought

I went through open country

over water meadows streams

lakes and wires and roosts in reeds

to a nest in the hole of

this dead

tree.



To play without stopping or pause

not for silence not for applause

not without thinking

and thinking's abandoning thought



As I wind down the pines

it's the lines on your face

playing on your face
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Language: English

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