Sunshine, you heal as much as you hurt
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With regret in my veins and blood on my shirt
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Sure must have had myself a personal best
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It takes filling my lungs up with smoke
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To get things off my chest
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Now, I'm crossing the border
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Wasted again
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With a number
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From a Canadian ten
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Oh Mother, oh Mother
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Why must you complain
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I grew up alright
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So don't be ashamed
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My mouth has been cleaner
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And I may have lost all my faith
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Til I believe in myself
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I can't give my conscience away
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And you're home with the dishes
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And I'm out with my friends
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Placing bets
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With a Canadian ten
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And North of the border
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A sin is a sin
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When you pay
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With a Canadian ten
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I've searched for a reason to not search for you
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I feel like there's no place I haven't been through
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I told myself 'don't fall in love if you don't know their name'
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But my eyes are straight wired to my heart
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And bypass my brain
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Sometimes I'm forgetful
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So I'll start at the end
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And call the number
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On this Canadian ten
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And call the number
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On this Canadian ten
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Canadian Ten
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Butch Walker |