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Somewhere near Thunder Bay, living halfway |
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While the rest slept in buckets and on benches in the back |
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I almost flew into you on the highway |
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We called close on the marble-lit milky-way |
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I was dreaming of you |
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Way beyond any names |
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Everything frozen and slow |
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Somewhere near Thunder Bay |
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And no blood escaped when the spell broke |
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And nothing was turned into anything else |
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Not any of the versions of yourself, or myself |
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Bush to the painted line and back again |
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I was dreaming of you |
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Way beyond any names |
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Everything frozen and slow |
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Somewhere near Thunder Bay |
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And I lived in your skin and its tame light |
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No names, but warm heat to your warm heat |
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I took a branch from you and you left through me |
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Giving that good new life one more go-round |
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I was dreaming of you |
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Way beyond any names |
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Everything frozen and slow |
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Somewhere near Thunder Bay |
