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I was first attracted by your scent
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Your heart must be a caramelized onion
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By the time I saw your flame
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it was all over for you and whashisname.
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I think it was Algonquin Park
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It was so cold and winter-dark
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A promised hibernation high
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took me across the great black plate of ice.
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Now I'm the Islander.
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I found a place to call my den
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and dreamt of the Ferry and
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the Enormous Man
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Huge as were his children
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following around after him
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I'm the Islander
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woke up in the furtive Spring
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more capable of anything
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I waited for more men to come
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hey docked their boats and cocked their guns
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The time for truth and reconciliation's gone
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But with my belly full I intended to get
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something done
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I'm the Islander
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woke up in the dead of spring
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more hungry than anything
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Islander
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The Bear
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| The Tragically Hip |
