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  1. Mimico

From the album Ours and the Shepherds

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Lyrics

I grew up on the wide Lakeshore gas station strip.
Lone drivers and motels and coin laundries.
Hangin' out on Fridays at the end of Royal York Road,
smoking Player's Lights and talking like we'd know
anywhere other than Mimico.


I left Humber College in vague hope to find
something new to like and then leave it behind.
I left this smug North of Rome's Latest Decline;
I left North of what may be wrong but alive.
I left Petawawa in August '03
for Kabul with the 3rd Battalion to see
anywhere other than Mimico.


And I never thought I'd ever say
I miss the gas station days in Mimico.
No, I never thought I'd ever say
I miss indifferent days in Mimico,
Mimico.


Patrolling the streets in this city of dust,
waving to orphans waving at us.
Then back to the barracks at Julien to dream
a smoky voiced woman who doesn't care to be
anywhere other than Mimico.


And I never thought I'd ever say
I miss the gas station days in Mimico.
No I never thought I'd ever say
I miss indecision in Mimico,
And I never thought I'd ever say
I miss video store days in Mimico.
And I never thought I'd ever say
I miss indifferent days in Mimico,
Mimico.