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Postcard from Princess, last cigarette, St.Patricks

West end Toronto, polish bar, back ache

 And I can't wait to see you, can't wait to be alone,

 And I'll call you tomorrow, from Winnepeg, Saskatchewan,

The drunken whine is keeping me from sleeping

Its changing the channels, on my TV

 And I've forgotten all the pretty lies, that used to come so easily

 to mind

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 And the stars aren't guiding us home

 They're just dragging us backwards and forwards, til dawn

finish what you're doing and kiss me on the mouth

and call up all of your friends for a quiet night out

this dance is no race, death is no dream

and she's treating this jukebox like a washing machine

shake me from this feeling, wake me from the couch

the words are so close but i can't make them out

this house is so quiet, this house is so still

i told you that i loved you, always have and always will

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