Sun rise in the valley of the stinking dead.
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I'm lonely lonelier instead
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The lady Muskoka shines her waves and still life carries on
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Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor
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I remember day break like I've never been here before
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When you're living on forty-five
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Late nights driving with the boys
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I know that yes they're thinking of me
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I'm worried thinking bout the way life goes and still life carries on
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Well I remember snow flakes and exports on the floor
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I remember day break like I've never been here before
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When you're living on forty-five
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Walking Yonge Street smelling all I need to know
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I'm worried thinking bout my mother
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I'm worried thinking bout the way life goes, still life carries on
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Living On 45
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| Staggered Crossing |
