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On a muggy night in the north end in july
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A kid named Joseph Beeper Spence
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Took a shotgun blast to the back
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And died...
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There by the cp tracks, along the great divide you see
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Fought two native gangs called the deuce and the i.p.
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Dances with warriors, hatred between slaves
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They kill each other off... we all get saved
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I can't help but think... his mother's tears
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Beeper Spence was thirteen
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In the northern frontier
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A van crossed the bridge that night
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And stopped at flora avenue
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When Beeper thought they'd lost their way
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Walked over to see what he could do
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"Are you i.p?..." "straight up". he'd say
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Even if it wasn't true
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"Bust a cap in his ass"
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...He turned to run, heard the blast
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Then he was through
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The kids in the van weren't much older than him
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Couldn't tell the difference by the colour of their skin
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One thing in common, and one thing was real clear
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Their future was ended in the northern frontier
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Dances with warriors, hatred between slaves
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They cut each other down and no one is safe
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Jeff Giles is cut down in his 22nd year
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Trying to stop an i.p. robbery
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in the northern frontier
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NORTHERN FRONTIER
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Tom Cochrane |