| Chantal Kreviazuk
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| Miscellaneous
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| Ken’s Song
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| I hadn? |
| t seen the boy in fifteen years
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| He had lines that said he cried a rainbow of tears
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| He left one day before his late night drives
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| He said everybody? |
| s gotta make a sacrifice
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| So he replaced the old girl for a boat named jen
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| He thought if anyone could love her
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| Well he was the man
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| He said my only fear is growing old alone
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| I? |
| ve gotta get a lover for this telephone
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| It doesn? |
| t matter if my number? |
| s gone when i? |
| m young
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| But i don? |
| t want to grow old alone
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| Till the day jen sunk she gave him love so true
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| She was appraised at fifty-one grand or two
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| It didn? |
| t matter that she took every dime that he had
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| He had to get off the water and live by the land
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| He said my only fear is growing old alone
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| I’ve gotta get a lover for this telephone
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| It doesn’t matter if my number’s gone when i’m young
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| But i don’t want to grow old alone
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| When i spoke about jen a tear flowed from his eye
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| It was the first and last time i saw a grown man cry
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| He said believe it or not i? |
| m not scared to die
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| But i don? |
| t want to grow old alone
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| He said my only fear is growing old alone
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| I’ve gotta get a lover for this telephone
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| It doesn’t matter if my number’s gone when i’m young
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| But i don’t want to grow old alone |