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Oh 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 little town Has lost its innocence It's not the year of the gun We don't say it out loud There are no headlines When a black girl dies It's not the lack of a sense It's called ambivalence All still in their lanes Under rush hour lights There's one head to a car But you act so surprised When the snow don't come You can't swim in the lakes Now it's hotter than hell In a bed you won't make It's not the lack of a sense It's called ambivalence Up on the hill Is the best real estate Just to get in You have to sell off your faith Cuz in the valley below There is crack and young girls But you don't have to believe What stays out of your world
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