| Green gardens, cold Montreal
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| Crooked picture that hang in the hall
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| It’s the golden days, golden day, gold, you recall on cue
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| Ooh-ooh, it’s old news
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| When the world revolved around you, yeah
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| Faculty members agreed to a certain degree
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| And the girl that followed the rules, yeah
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| Looked good on paper, but lacked a central theme
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| The coffee could use more cream
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| Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
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| Kids go away, go away, go it’s allowed
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| And all of the days spent close to your crowd were few
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| To the girl that followed the rules, yeah
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| It looked good on paper and gave it a college try
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| Now the ink and her humour is dry
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| Friends blow away, blow away, blow like a cloud
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| Kids go away, go away, go it’s allowed
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| And all of the days spent close to her crowd are through
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| Ooh-ooh, its the truth
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| Green gardens, cold Montreal |