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lyrics

Walk this icy road, through the cold and empty streets
Frostbite gets your nose through the scarf around your neck
And it’s cold, and it’s cold, and it’s cold outside
Paper plates caught in the breeze, at a party where no one came
The wedding’s a block away to remind us what we forgot
And the wind takes a spark to the place that we can’t hide

And the garbage men are keeping order while the cops clean up the streets
An ambulance ride is all they need for a another catastrophe
There’s a one-armed man in the boxing ring with another who cannot see

Bread in a tin lunch box, the bus comes by at eight
A possible trade will be made today for some cards and some batteries
And it’s an old, it’s an old, it’s an old lunch box
A worn out for sale sign, the old house down the road
Kids were there but they’ve all grown now, where they’ve gone nobody knows
And it's an old, it's an old, it's an old sign

And the garbage men are keeping order while the cops clean up the streets
An ambulance ride is all they need for a another catastrophe
There’s a one-armed man in the boxing ring with another who cannot see
And the school bus drivers put out the fires while the trucks take kids to school
Refractions and reflections form a brilliant epiphany
There’s a one-armed man in a boxing ring with another who cannot see

A funeral line slows down, to wait for its honoured guest
The small crowd forms a line, to throw dirt on a cheap pine box
And it goes in the ground it goes six feet down
And it goes in the ground it goes six feet down
And it goes in the ground it goes six feet down

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from Hardly a Holiday, released December 8, 2015
lead vocals, guitars, lyrics - Greg Wilson
guitar, vocals - Kathryn Smith
drums - Ryan Reese

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The Left Behinds Calgary, Alberta

A blend of folk, rock and acoustic music this band features good humour and tragic melancholy, often at the same time. Swirling guitars give way to indie drumbeats, and bombastic vocals trade off with gentle folk melodies in a way that is always unpredictable, yet somehow familiar. With a penchant for melodramatic crescendos, The Left Behinds are a band that refuses to be pinned down. ... more

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