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Check your watch; |
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You're fourteen and more. |
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Here lies a road not travelled before. |
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Down in the cellar, |
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There's beer on your breath. |
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And up off the floor, |
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Did you let him explore? |
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Check your map. |
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You're Louis Riel. |
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He rode a horse before you were born. |
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Out in the flatland, |
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The money's all spent. |
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And out in the field, |
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Your fate has been sealed. |
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I'm the King of the Past, but still I walk forward. |
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Won't close my eyes to the passing of time. |
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I'm in Fredericton Northern where the rivers make borders, |
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But planes fly right over them. |
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Check your map, |
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'Cause you've lost your watch. |
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It's buried under snow; its time does not stop. |
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Find your way homeward. |
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The rivers are freezing. |
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And under the ice, |
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The borders are changing. |
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I'm the King of the Past, but still I walk forward. |
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I step over hundreds of years yet to come, |
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While the eyes in the back of my head draw no borders, |
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Just rivers that channel the rain. |
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(Chase them away.) |
