| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| From the busy parks to the icy tides
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| Someday, we’ll decide where we want to live out our lives
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| For now, we’re two sparks tumbling along
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| Keeping the heat on, even though summer’s come and gone
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| I would sail across the east sea, just to see you on the far side
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| Where the wind is cold and angry
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| There you’ll be to take me inside
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| We’ll find ways to fill the empty
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| Far from all the hysteria
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| I don’t care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia, Siberia
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Inside a street car, or on a mountain trail
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| Details, details, you breathe in when I exhale
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| No matter where we are, or which way the wind blows
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| Or how heavy the snow
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| Nothing can change where we will go
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| I would sail across the east sea, just to see you on the far side
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| Where the wind is cold and angry
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| There you’ll be to take me inside
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| We’ll find ways to fill the empty
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| Far from all the hysteria
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| I don’t care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia, Siberia
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| We’ll leave Canada for Siberia
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| Siberia…
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| Siberia…
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| Siberia…
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| Siberia…
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| I would sail across the east sea, just to see you on the far side
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| Where the wind is cold and angry
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| There you’ll be to take me inside
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| We’ll find ways to fill the empty
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| Far from all the hysteria
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| I don’t care if we suddenly find ourselves in Siberia, Siberia
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| We’ll leave Canada for Siberia |