| This is a first-rate town but all you ever notice |
| Are the ways it's stretched too far |
| And it has been knocked down, well, some of us are still left here between the |
| scars |
| When you look around, all you ever notice is you cannot see the stars |
| This is a first-rate town, a first-rate town you know |
| You just can't see very far |
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| When the last door closed, you packed your clothes |
| And went back to Montreal |
| Said, "It was colder there," a chill hangs in the air |
| It helps you forget it all |
| You left an empty bookshelf that I didn't fill till fall |
| This is a first-rate town, a first-rate town you know |
| You just can't see it at all |
|
| Well it will fade as all things must |
| I loved you but you didn't love me enough |
| Winter comes, the car will rust |
| I'll start it up, then always run a little rough |
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| This is a first-rate town and all you ever notice |
| Are the ways it's stretched too far |
| They keep the death rates down |
| It's colder than a winter spent in defrosting cars |
| We talked a lot of leaving, didn't think you'd get that far |
| This is a first-rate town, a first-rate town you know |
| You just can't see very far |
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