| Pulling out late, got a real long drive
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| Hypnotized by the highway signs
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| Phone calls home, I do too much
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| Losing time and losing touch
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| And so I’d never come down
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| Spread my troubles out all around
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| Close my eyes and hit the ground
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| If it happens and I quit somehow
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| Hope he’s not sleeping on my side now
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| And I don’t know just when this all will end
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| I can’t pretend, I know what I should do
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| What I do, I do, I think about you
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| Busy all day seeing old friends
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| Late night poutine on the main
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| I bought you something, I tuck it away
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| More for me than you you say
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| And so I’d never come down
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| Spread my troubles out all around
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| Close my eyes and hit the ground
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| Don’t you worry what your friends say
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| I’ll come back and fix it someday
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| I don’t know just when this all will end
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| I can’t pretend, I know what I should do
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| What I do, I do, I think about you
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| Oh, when I’m home again
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| Standing right in front of you
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| I say I do, I do, I really do, oh
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| Oh, and when I’m home again
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| Standing right in front of you
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| I say I do, I do, I really do, oh
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| Montreal has come and gone
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| Last stop soon is old Saint John’s
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| They’re all on the ferry in ten foot swell
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| Couldn’t do that, no, never get well
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| And so I’d never come down
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| Spread my troubles out all around
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| Close my eyes and hit the ground
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| When I think of what we left behind
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| I must be broken and outta my mind
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| I don’t know just when this all will end
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| I can’t pretend, I know what I should do
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| What I do, I do, I think about
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| What I do, I do, I think about
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| What I do, I do, I think about you
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| I think about you
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| I think about you |