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- Canada

 

There?s a place, I?ve never been
With soft-lit living rooms and kitchens sweet, reeking cinnamon
There?s a light, I?ve never seen
Kept on hopelessly, guiding home the restless one who left there

And if it gets cold in Canada, where will I run?

There?s a curse, I never caught
Sentenced to be stuck like all the ghosts who haunt the city hallways
There?s a man going north
Running fast from all the hound dogs panting wild along his foot paths

And if it gets cold in Canada, where will I run?

I?m pledging my allegiance to these reasons why I?m not already gone

There?s a bird, in the wind
Helpless to help which way he will blow and I am too.

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