Not a chance

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He thought maybe she was joking when she proposed to him, on a cold bright day on the beach at Port Stanley. Sand was stinging their faces and the waves delivered crashing loads of gravel at their feet.

“Do you think it would be fun”—Fiona shouted. “Do you think it would be fun if we got married?”.

He took her up on it, he shouted yes. He wanted never to be away from her. She had the spark of life.
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Helpless

There is a town in north Ontario.
With dream comfort memory to spare.
And in my mind I still need a place to go.
All my changes were there.

Blue, blue windows behind the stars.
Yellow moon on the rise.
Big birds flying across the sky.
Throwing shadows on our eyes, leave us.

Helpless, helpless, helpless.
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless.
Baby can you hear me now?
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless.
The chains are locked and tied across the door.
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless.
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless.

Blue, blue windows...

Helpless, helpless, helpless.
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless.