| You know I have to go
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| Back to the place I hate the most
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| Long ago, it used to help me grow
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| Always kept me feeling safe from coast to coast
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| Lock the gates at night and don’t set my place
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| I won’t be back to see how the snow covers leaves
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| I counted down the hours until I found a shortcut home to you
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| But I’m just passing through
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| Barely a guest, a stranger in my own home
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| I’m back in Toronto, but just 'til tomorrow
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| That’s when the bleeding stops again
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| Put off all the feelings, forget all the meanings
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| Just let it cycle through my head
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| We’re spinning again, the sinning is innocent
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| 'Til we realize that we’re back in Toronto once again
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| You kicked and screamed until you met your defeat
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| And slammed the door behind me, where you stood for weeks
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| I spent all night pretending I was alright
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| I justified, I planned, but I know deep inside
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| I can’t withstand temptation by your hand
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| I’m back in Toronto, but just 'til tomorrow
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| That’s when the bleeding stops again
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| Put off all the feelings, forget all the meanings
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| Just let it cycle through my head
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| We’re spinning again, the sinning is innocent
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| 'Til we realize that we’re back in Toronto once again
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| Back home, Liberty
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| Cutting through the park, I see
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| Everything has changed except for me
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| This place is called home
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| But I’ve never been so scared
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| To face the cold, breathe in the truth from the air
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| This place is called home
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| But from Kensington to Dee’s
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| Everything I pass, it plants a seed
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| And it takes me back to a time when all I had
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| Was a cloud over my head, weights on my feet
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| This place is called home
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| But it’s not where I will stay, it’s all temporary
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| I know I’ll never move away
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| But I know this city will always feel strange
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| This city is a stranger to me |