| On the east side of St. Laurence Blvd
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| There’s a whole different world
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| People tasking and laughing at anything
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| In the summertime whirl
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| Nobody’s asking questions
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| 'Bout who you are and where you’ve been
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| Just willing to live and let live
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| Whatever state you might find yourself in
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| I’m going back again someday
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| Down where the river meets the ocean
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| I’m going back again someday
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| And that’s where I’ll stay
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| That’s where I’m gonna stay
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| On the west side of St. Laurence Blvd
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| It’s something else again
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| Another feeling, a different culture
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| And people hanging with their old friends
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| Nobody seems to notice
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| About what’s changing on the other side
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| Someday we will come together
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| Reach across this great divide
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| Some people tell no lies
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| Some people wear their hats too tight
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| Some people forgive and forget you but
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| Some of them never let you
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| They say my home in the land of snow is nice
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| Let me tell you what it’s like
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| It’s eleven months of winter baby
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| And just one month of pretty thin ice |