Tragic
I know I dont sound alot like him
But I think its tragic noone else stepped in
So I jumped up to sing you all this song
And I hope its Hip enough that you sing along
Alright
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The church is on fire reconciliations a myth
Secret Message
Well its been five years since he left the stage
The man with the mic and the indelible prose
There was hope when Gordie and JT spoke
But the smarter he got the further away that it goes
No its Tragic yeh but it isnt Hip
When the whole worlds tryin to sink each others ship
If color matters whats the color of pain
If I color in between your lines will I be Hip again
Will I be Hip again
Well lemme just ask my Killer Whale friend here Bartholomew
Secret Message
The time has come to wrap our heads around
The meaning of these children we have found
Some see failure to reconcile
some see children lost in time
some of us still see Genocide
No its Tragic Yeh but it isnt Hip
When the whole worlds tryin to sink each others ship
If color matters whats the color of pain
If I color in between your lines will I be Hip again
Will I Will I be Hip Again
Let me out Let me out of this school.
I got seven wooden matches in a little glass case
I'll find my way home by the Secret Path
But I think its tragic noone else stepped in
So I jumped up to sing you all this song
And I hope its Hip enough that you sing along
Alright
Welcome to the New Century machine
Accessed through your video screen
Facebook Facetime Twitter and Twitch
The church is on fire reconciliations a myth
Secret Message
Well its been five years since he left the stage
The man with the mic and the indelible prose
There was hope when Gordie and JT spoke
But the smarter he got the further away that it goes
No its Tragic yeh but it isnt Hip
When the whole worlds tryin to sink each others ship
If color matters whats the color of pain
If I color in between your lines will I be Hip again
Will I be Hip again
Well lemme just ask my Killer Whale friend here Bartholomew
Secret Message
The time has come to wrap our heads around
The meaning of these children we have found
Some see failure to reconcile
some see children lost in time
some of us still see Genocide
No its Tragic Yeh but it isnt Hip
When the whole worlds tryin to sink each others ship
If color matters whats the color of pain
If I color in between your lines will I be Hip again
Will I Will I be Hip Again
Let me out Let me out of this school.
I got seven wooden matches in a little glass case
I'll find my way home by the Secret Path
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Messenger
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