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False Creek changed in '86 |
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the year Expo exploited her shore |
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It's been twenty two years laying down bricks |
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and there's no room for me here any more, any more |
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there's no room for me here anymore |
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I made my mark in '84 |
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Born to the month of June |
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My home at the heart of Charleson Park |
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I never thought I'd be leaving so soon, so soon |
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Never thought I'd be leaving so soon |
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I've watched The Walls of Yaletown |
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growing up over my mountain view |
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My old horizon under the clouds |
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I'll be sad when I'm thinking of you |
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I'll be sad when I'm thinking of you |
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Now all the old men and their boats have gone |
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and I will be leaving too |
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My little red roof by the old duck pond |
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I'll be saying farewell to you |
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I'll be saying farewell to you |
