| I will never see the sun
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| Spadina, St. George, Bay, and Yonge
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| One for nothing, all for one
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| Spadina, St. George, Bay and Yonge
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| Hey you look like royalty
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| Weren’t you born with muddy feet?
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| Hoarse, in high tops, totally lost
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| Those two streets will never meet
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| So the map says 'you are here'
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| Waltzing in a garbage pile
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| Sweating like a weather’s vein
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| Coughing thunder, sneezing rain
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| There’s a rag just up the street
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| Eats his history to keep warm
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| Got some blankets, got some bags
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| Screams confessions, shouts in vain |