The drummers and jugglers in Montreal
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Don't even exist at all
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So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns
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Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals
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You may ask why I want to torch my home town
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Partly it's bitterness and hopping 'round and 'round again
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On Ontario Street looking up
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Maybe I'll catch him on his way to the show
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You travel the world and find all the answers
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Everything operates on the unattainables
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And then you hear your mother laugh attached to the phone
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Could have walked around the block 'cause all roads lead to home
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Say, will you ever ever ever know,
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Ever ever ever fly away?
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Will you ever ever ever go,
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Ever ever ever find a way?
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Hometown Waltz
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| Rufus Wainwright |
