There you are, where you are
Maple leaves and snow will guide you home
On the bike in the rain again
With the buildings in the evenings
It's a familiar kind of home
Where you are, there you are
No towpath, no visits from my girl
O Canada, you stole my life from me
You stole my life away, and what will you return?
What will you return to me?
This is in the cards
There's no reason to question the Gods
Everything will work out in odds
Everything will work out at large
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