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That spring you finished your degree
And mine was still incomplete
You moved into that house on Bathurst Street
And I moved in with my parents
I said "don't worry, I'll make the journey
Up Highway 8 to the 401, down the 427
To the Gardiner Expressway
I'll make it every seven days"

Those weekends spent in the backyard
Under a sky with no stars
And you drank wine, and I drank rye

I said someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll fly you to Paris
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye

But every Sunday you'd start to cry
Said "don't leave me in this city
I'm so lonely, I know nobody"
I'd wipe the hair out of your eyes
Smile and tell you a bunch of lies
Of how September would be better
But now I'm in Toronto
My degree's still incomplete, I can't afford to eat
I can't buy you wine, can't afford rye

But every time it starts raining
I remember dancing with you to "Bobcaygeon"
And when I think back on those days
I remember your summer skin colour
Your sun squint smile
Your long blonde hair rolling down your shoulders

And I say someday I'll take you away from this
Someday we won't be so helpless
Someday I'll finish college
And you'll drink wine, and I'll drink rye

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from Getting Used To Feeling Like Shit, released February 7, 2014

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