Текст (слова) песни: Tragically Hip, The - As I Wind Down The Pines
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 meadow 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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