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As we cruised across |
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The Canadian border |
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You reached into your handbag |
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Pulled out a micro-cassette recorder |
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Started quoting Tolstoy into the machine |
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I had no idea what you meant |
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I guess I'm supposed to figure things out |
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Or maybe it's supposed to be self-evident |
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But I've gone feral |
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And I don't speak the language anymore |
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We're headed deep into the forest |
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I've got the pedal to the floor |
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The engine shudders like a dying man |
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When you reach out to grab my hand |
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You can bring out all your weapons |
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You can't make me go to war |
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Long, winding Canadian highways |
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Innumerable evergreens |
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Weather forecast on the AM radio |
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Says we'll be expecting highs in the low teens |
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When I mouth my silent curses at you |
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I can see my breath |
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I hope the stars don't even come out tonight |
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I hope we both freeze to death |
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Look at the person I've turned into |
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Tell me, how do you like him now? |
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No standards of any kind to break |
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No creeds to disavow |
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I am right here where you want me |
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Do what you brought me out here for |
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You can arm me to the teeth |
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You can't make me go to war |
