My confusion corner commuters are cursing the cold away
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As December tries to dissemble the length of their working day
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And they bite their mitts off to show me transfers, deposit change
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and I can't stop finding your face in their faces, all rearranged
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and angry like you never were;
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And I ease us back into traffic
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dusk comes on and I wonder why
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I'm always remembering you
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in civil twilight
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for the most part I think about golfing and constantly calculate
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all the seconds left in the minutes, and so on, etcetera
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Or recite the names of provinces and Hollywood actors;
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Oh, Ontario! Oh, Jennifer Jason Leigh!
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This part of the day bewilders me
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Streets slow down and ice over,
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Dusk comes on and I struggle to stop,
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To stop to stop thinking of you
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In civil twilight
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Hey, every other hour I pass that house,
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Where you told me that you had to go
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I wonder if the landlord has fixed the crack,
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That I stared at, instead of staring back at you;
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My chance to say something seemed so brief
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It wasn't. Now I know I had plenty of time
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Between the sunset and certified darkness
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Dusk comes on and I follow the exhaust from memory up to the end
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The civil twilight
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The civil twilight
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The civil twilight
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The civil twilight
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Civil Twilight
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The Weakerthans |