Ever since I was born in a northern town
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I've been digging myself out
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From a time when I hadn't seen
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Anything worth remembering
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I would aspire to better life
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To feast my eyes and expand my mind
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I'd lie awake, I could not wait
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To leave this place behind
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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For old friends
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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Inspired by hopelessness
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From where my discontent once began
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I miss the nature and the wilderness
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But not the people there
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As old stores will close their doors
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Other ones may change their names
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But old friends still live their lives
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Where I would have died of shame
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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For old friends
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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You say that you grew up
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You say that you tried
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I think you took the easy way out
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I say you gave up
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I say you died
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You'll say that you're content
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You'll say there's no regrets
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But I think you took the easy way out
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For if you're not dreaming anymore
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You're already dead
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What a shame for those who chose
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To be wasted in the north
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What a shame to know nothing more
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Than the town where you were born
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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For old friends
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Your Ontario town is just a burial ground
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Kick over the stone that bares your name
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I spit on the snow that covers your grave
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Your Ontario Town Is A Burial Ground
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| Woods Of Ypres |
