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Houses float in |
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Manitoba Oh, the shore is so much older |
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Ahh, I've come, you'll come |
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When you see streams of boulders |
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Higher hills from higher molders |
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You sung too soon |
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She's been calling me here |
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I cannot see |
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I cannot hear |
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So come to me |
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No outside |
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When we came for summer breathing |
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I saw nothing so |
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I was leaving |
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You go, I'll go |
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Shame you saw tides of turning |
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Torn and tremblin', tossed and torn |
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I've said |
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I've saw Come to shy to live here |
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I cannot hide when you're outside |
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And hope so out hide to the streets |
