Paroles de Canada
Let me go, I’ll held your hand, Canada.Earths are humble, urban sounds, nice and loud.
Turned around, turned around.
I find a decent place to go, Canada.
Your whole show me what I need to know.
Turned around, turned around,
Turned around, turned around.
Turned around, turned…
Your flood is gray, your see is cold, turn around.
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