| We were shining like Aurora Borealis
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| Like Sid sipping from the Stanley chalice
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| Balling in a bus across the USA
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| Dumb enough to think that it would stay that way
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| Lounging in the living room in long johns
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| More distant than Victoria to St. John’s
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| Trying to use a record to repair my heart
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| I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to start again
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| My friend
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| You’re leaving me high and Canada dry
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| I’m out of your head and I’m losing my mind
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| Listening to Neil is making me cry
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| You’re leaving me high and Canada dry
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| Sinking like a Saskatoon sunset
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| Thinking that we had it from the outset
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| Tommy said that life was a highway, dear
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| But I became the road kill when you oversteered
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| Oh why, oh why?
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| You’re leaving me high and Canada dry
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| I’m out of your head and I’m losing my mind
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| Now listening to Joni’s making me cry
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| You’re leaving me high and Canada dry
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| Ba-bada-bah-bah, bah-bah-dah-dah-dah
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| Ba-bada-bah-bah, bah-bah-dah-dah-dah
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| Ba-bada-bah-bah, bah-bah-dah-dah-high
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| You fled the snow while I stayed here
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| I’ll let you know, I’ll make it clear
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| How happy I appear
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| High and Canada Dry
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| I’m out of your head and I’m losing my mind
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| Listening to Gordie is making me cry
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| You’re leaving me high
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| You’re leaving me high
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| You’re leaving me high
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| And Canada dry
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| High and Canada dry |