| We met on the bus
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| And it was Canada Day
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| We crossed into Detroit, and the heat was insane
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| But the station was calm
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| And she walked out of view
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| Threw a brick with a note through the ticket counter window
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| It said: I’d rather live in my basement
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| I’d rather cultivate palm trees
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| I’d rather move to New England
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| I’d rather shatter and freeze
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| Then I ran out the door
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| She ran out of it too
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| The cops gave chase, but they got confused
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| So we escaped to her apartment
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| On the 30th floor
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| She had a great view
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| But that only counts for the non-blind
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| That’s why: I’d rather live in my basement
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| I’d rather cultivate palm trees
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| I’d rather move to New England
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| I’d rather shatter and freeze
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| I said, seriously
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| You’re sleeping alone
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| You know that’s a waste of your recharge time
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| But she responded to me
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| Like she governed her home
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| Nobody sleeps here, i never sleep here
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| I hear they’re draining the lake now
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| I hear they’re shutting the fountains off
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| They plan to alter the shoreline
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| They plan to make it all clean
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| So let’s set fire to both sides
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| Let’s leave a message they’ll hear — let’s scream
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| Let’s send a signal through coax
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| Let’s have them bend the terrain, destroy the lake and make a stream |