: [Lyrics & Music: Frydrychowicz] [solos: Frydrychowicz] The road to hell is paved with good intentions Dreams can only sustain for so long turning
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never going to happen all i know is that my mind keeps telling me maybe and all my heart says is you're so fucking pretty, pretty baby let's move to canada, oh canada
: The canadian brought us snow and lucky strikes for john to smoke A thursday night with powercuts, in mountain socks, burning books We watched the jetsons
He was willing to engage Sayin', "She'll stay in sailor's clothes Her color shall be blue She'll see that seaport town Call Canadee-i-o Now, when they come down to Canada
to engage, Sayin', "she'll stay in sailor's clothes, Her color shall be blue, She'll see that seaport town Call canadee-i-o. 5. now, when they come down to canada
up, next to you and defend her still today. a??Cause there aina??t no doubt I love this land, God bless u canada That i'm proud to be in canada where
The towers of pain In crimson light drowning Imprison us The wells of pain by purple light blessed Imprison us We grab the nails of domination And our
Punish my black heart for I have sinned. Nail my black heart for I have sinned Leave me alone in This evening of despair When nothing has the same meaning
Everybody says I'm a gully ully ullible guy Everybody sniggers & laughs when they pass by A love sick nut easily misled He's always infatuated Birds all
'll stay all in Sailor's clothes, Her collar shall be blue, And she'll see that seaport town Called Canadee-i-o." When they sailed down to Canada
Oh Canada, I stand on guard for a lot But just last week a white girl was shot Outside a shopping mall Yeah, it's written in the press That your sweet
I wake up in the morning, I got to sleep at night But a day without snack time that just isn't right Oh snack time, oh snack time How I love the vision
attack me. Let's go to Canada, let's leave today, Canada, oh, Canada, I Sil Vous Plait. Let's go to Canada, let's leave today, Canada, oh, Canada
The wash is out, it's hanging up And all I have is nothing Nothing to do, nothing to say I think I must be dreaming The sun comes up and I'm all washed
I guess it's somethin' in my brain I need whiskey to ease the pain But it's early in the mornin' And I'm feelin' bad again But if you ever loved me You
Baby ballerina's hiding somewhere in the corner, where the shadow wraps around her and our torches cannot find her, she will stay there 'til the morning