Well I made my trek from April to October

Got turned round wound up in Manitoba
Tried to go back home but couldn’t cross the border 
So I guess I’ll stay until I’m frozen over 
I’ll lament the life the alcohol’s been stealing
Till the frost bite burns are the only warmth I’m feeling
 
 
 

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