| This evening at sundown
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| We meet in our small town
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| Everyone’s going without ever knowing
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| To meet for the countdown
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| Our friends and our families
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| All hangout at Riley’s
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| We stay for a while and jam out Guiel
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| Then walk on down George Street
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| And this road we choose, nothing to lose at all
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| That’s the way it was and the way it is
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| Gone are the old days
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| Now we’re on to something new
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| Our lives in the fast lane
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| Though it’s not the same without you
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| It’s not the same without you
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| Shows at the Gordon Best
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| And hockey at Northcrest
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| Our malls were a disgrace
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| Remember Portage Place
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| When we got kicked out
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| And told to never show our face
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| This road we choose, nothing to lose at all
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| That’s the way it was and the way it is
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| Gone are the old days
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| Now we’re on to something new
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| Our lives in the fast lane
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| Though it’s not the same without you
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| It’s not the same without you
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| We will keep, on our feet
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| In the streets that will never sleep
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| Gone are the old days
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| Now we’re on to something new
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| Our lives in the fast lane
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| Though it’s not the same without you
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| It’s not the same without you |