What a terrible thing to suggest, Mrrzy When I'm cast out from this world of hate Please lay me down in the Georgia Strait Send me there with my walking shoes on Float me gently down in my Adidas Rom I'll swim with the fishes in the deep blue sea And I'll run with the sockeye as my family When the Fraser's full and the tide's not low I'll run with the grunion and the silver coho If you see my sneakers won't you think of me Cause I'm running up the river back to Agassiz
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