Oh Canada
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I stand on guard for a lot
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But just last week a white girl was shot
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Outside a shopping mall
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Yeah, it's written in the press
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That your sweet little town
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Has lost its innocence
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It's not the year of the gun
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We don't say it out loud
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There are no headlines
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When a black girl dies
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It's not the lack of a sense
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It's called ambivalence
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All still in their lanes
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Under rush hour lights
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There's one head to a car
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But you act so surprised
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When the snow don't come
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You can't swim in the lakes
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Now it's hotter than hell
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In a bed you won't make
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It's not the lack of a sense
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It's called ambivalence
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Up on the hill
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Is the best real estate
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Just to get in
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You have to sell off your faith
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'Cause in the valley below
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There is crack and young girls
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But you don't have to believe
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What stays out of your world
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Oh, Canada
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| Kathleen Edwards |
