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Ever since |
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I was born in a northern town |
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I've been digging myself out |
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From a time when |
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I hadn't seen |
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Anything worth remembering |
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I would aspire to better life |
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To feast my eyes and expand my mind |
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I'd lie awake, |
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I could not wait |
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To leave this place behind |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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For old friends |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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Inspired by hopelessness |
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From where my discontent once began |
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I miss the nature and the wilderness |
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But not the people there |
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As old stores will close their doors |
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Other ones may change their names |
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But old friends still live their lives |
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Where I would have died of shame |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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For old friends |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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You say that you grew up |
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You say that you tried |
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I think you took the easy way out |
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I say you gave up |
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I say you died |
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You'll say that you're content |
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You'll say there's no regrets |
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But I think you took the easy way out |
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For if you're not dreaming anymore |
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You're already dead |
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What a shame for those who chose |
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To be wasted in the north |
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What a shame to know nothing more |
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Than the town where you were born |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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For old friends |
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground |
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Kick over the stone that bares your name |
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I spit on the snow that covers your grave |