| He record’s all done and life’s moved on and I’m
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| A little bit wiser a little bit more tongue-tied
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| You got your girls and I got my boys
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| I don’t think I’ll ever make a better noise
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| I still remember the rain coming down like a eulogy
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| The last day we were together and the way you looked at me
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| But I got my wits and you got the cash
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| I don’t need to be reliving all that
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| In my heart you’re north of the border
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| Shining down like the aurora
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| I still dream of you like a restless explorer
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| The road to here’s been a hail of empty bullet shells
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| I wonder if you hear the answers in your father’s church bells
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| Echoing off of a mountainside
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| Vanishing like all the songs I write
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| In the chalice I see me in white
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| Giving up all the fights
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| One by one
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| In the name of love
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| In my heart you’re back in Canada
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| With four seasons here to bandage ya
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| I still think of you
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| I know you might not understand it now
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| I drop the piano lid and let the sound go out
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| You got your thorn in my like a secret hideout
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| But you got your girls and I got my boys
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| I don’t think I’ll ever make a better noise |