Tytuł: Canadian Rose

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Autumn air it carries me there
  Less than an hour to go
  Six hundred miles an hour
  And still it feels so slow
  I'm trying to get back to Burlington
  To a square in the center of town
  To a spot on a wooden table
  Where her feet didn't reach the ground
  And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
  And her skin smells of cider and rose
  And when she looked at me we both got quiet
  And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
  Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
  
  And she called me her ugly American
  And I would call her my Canadian flower
  And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
  We had such power
  And she would call me her ugly American
  And I'll remember my Canadian rose
  Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
  We were in so close
  
  I finally made it this town looks rearranged
  I don't know these people anymore
  But in the best ways not much else has changed
  From the way it was before
  And at least they still have this certain table
  Where I once carved a particular name
  I run my finger through the weathered carving
  And I almost can feel the same
  And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
  As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
  And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
  And I listen to the leaves
  If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile
  
  And she called me her ugly American
  And I would call her my Canadian flower
  And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
  We had such power
  And she would call me her ugly American
  And I'll remember my Canadian rose
  Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
  We were in so close
  
  And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
  Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
  Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
  At least it seemed that way
  Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
  
  And she called me her ugly American
  And I would call her my Canadian flower
  And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
  We had such power
  And she would call me her ugly American
  And I'll remember my Canadian rose
  Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
  We were in so close