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Violins and tambourines
This is what we think they mean
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
When the mystique varies thus
You can send a man to bury us
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
This is what we think they mean
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
When the mystique varies thus
You can send a man to bury us
It's hard to say, it's sad but true
I'm kinda dumb and so are you
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
The last of the unplucked gems
Lyrics submitted by black_cow_of_death
The Last of the Unplucked Gems Lyrics as written by Gordon Sinclair Gordon Downie
Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
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A tune on dying...makes sense, they are still a cult band of sorts down below number 49...if they become massively famous, send a man to bury them. An oddly shorter pre-version of the At the Hundreth Meridian