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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Tragically Hip
The Tragically Hip
Performer
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Guitar
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Guitar
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Vocals
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Bass Guitar
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rob Baker
Rob Baker
Composer
Paul Langlois
Paul Langlois
Composer
Gord Downie
Gord Downie
Composer
Gord Sinclair
Gord Sinclair
Composer
Johnny Fay
Johnny Fay
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gavin Brown
Gavin Brown
Producer
Lenny De Rose
Lenny De Rose
Recording Engineer
Dave Mohacsi
Dave Mohacsi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Ryan Gilligan
Ryan Gilligan
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Michael H. Brauer
Michael H. Brauer
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Gently breathing Lit by the morning sun Through the night It had been raining venom I want to be kind Not a bullet in the right place Or just of two minds More important than important I want to help you lift enormous things A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing As the Earth revolved around the sun All those shadows Waiting on the last lights If I dream of being Here comes the night All of the tiptoeing Past all (almost) fear building I only say this now because I didn't when it was happening I want to help you lift enormous things A pinch, a sting, I don't feel a thing But as the Earth revolves around the sun I can see it all at once And, oh, what a glittering chance In my head the game goes quiet And I can see it all at once Figuring you're not the goods A kid before the rapids But in my head the game is quiet Oh, what a glittering chance Oh, what a glittering chance Oh, what a glittering chance At transformation At transformation It's my dream of being That's my dream of being It's my dream of being
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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