| Quiet life, light’s go out on the North shore
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| But he dreams to go South
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| Once again, feels the sand in his pockets
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| He may need a little help
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| But I ain’t got nothing to lose
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| He might need a little help
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| Didn’t wanna leave you high
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| Like dust on a shelf
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| Accordions, crowds move into the markets
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| On any given Sunday
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| Saint Jerome, just out of reach in the distance
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| Oh I’m gonna need some help
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| But I ain’t got nothing to lose
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| He might need a little help
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| Didn’t wanna leave you high
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| Like dust on a shelf
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| He might need your help
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| Like dust on a shelf
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| Didn’t wanna leave you high
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| Like dust on a shelf
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| Oh my lord, that part of me
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| Thinking about you, I’m thinking about nothing
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| Cantaloupe won’t let me settle down
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| No regrets thanks Amelie
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| These happy pills and remedies
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| Honestly
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| He might need your help
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| Like dust on a shelf
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| Didn’t wanna leave you high
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| Like dust on a shelf |