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Iâm standinâ all alone in the Vancouver rain
On the corner of Hastings and Main
Doinâ my best to light a cigerette
But I canât bring a spark to a flame
And thatâs just the very same way that it was
When it came to her and me
Iâm high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
At the end of the pier with all of me tears
And nothinâ but a broken heart
Iâm a hanginâ âround Yaletown
To find a place to fall apart
And Iâll spend all the gold we knew
On her memory
Iâm high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
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If anybody asks you where you gonna find me for another week or two
Iâll be sittinâ in a bar on Granville Street with the Vancouver Blues
The damp rolls down from the Howe Sound
And I canât trust my eyes
The fog horns blow but I still donât know
How I fell for all her lies
She came along on a slack tide
And I fell so easily
Iâm high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
One more round before I leave town
Where Iâm goinâ, well, I donât know
Somewhere up the highway
I just might find Hope
Or the seagulls out on the Robertâs bank
Might sail away with me
Iâm high and dry on the downtown side
And she went back to False Creek
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