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i'm so content, to stand in linewait and see, pass the timetalk a streak, fall alseep, wake up late, whine and weepi kiss the hand that slaps me senselessi'm so accepting, so defenselessi am far too Canadianfar too Canadiani pick the bones, of what's been donelick them clean, with a cautious tonguein dim lit rooms, i spill my gutsi'm the revolution when the doors are shuti'd bite the hand that slaps me senselessbut my patience is too relentlessi am far too Canadiani am far too Canadiani am the face of my countryexperssionless and smallweak at the knees, shaking badlycan't straighten up at alli watch the spine of my country bend and breaki'm a sorry statei scratch the walls, to mark the dayswith my coup d e (t
ête), i'm locked awaywith Mother Jones, pots of teathe kitchen poster, anarchyi never march in demonstrationsi hold my breath for arbitrationi am far too Canadiani am the face of my countryexperssionless and smallweak at the knees, shaking badlycan't straighten up at alli watch the spine of my country bend and breaki'm a sorry state
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