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Martin Tielli |
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On a cold road |
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Somewhere in the south of Ontario |
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There's a crackle in the air |
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As they're putting up the very last telephone pole. |
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Now I'm standing here... where my grandfather stood, |
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And he chopped wood. |
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When I was a young boy |
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I used to take trips |
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With a bike for girls and my best friend Chris |
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From the big town into the countryside. |
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We used to take trips. |
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We used to take trips. |
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And now I'm standing here, where I used to stand, |
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Hand in hand, in a land that was so big. |
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Do you believe it... in it? |
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Can you believe it... in it? |
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Do you believe in it? |
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There's a mouth on a phone |
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Somewhere across the ocean blue. |
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And I know it's you, Christopher Columbus |
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(Ocean Blue) |
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With your tie-dye sails |
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(Ocean Blue). |
