| We bought a tent and some sleeping bags
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| And we jumped in the truck
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| North bound on I-35
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| Before the sun came up
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| We stopped for lunch in Kanow Park
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| Passing through the Louvre
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| Rolled into Bayfield, Wisconsin
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| And there she was
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| Madeline Island
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| We left our cares on the mainland
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| Boarded a ferry boat
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| We saw La Pointe for the first time
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| And we felt right at home
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| Drove out to Big Bay State Park
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| Picked out our campsite
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| We settled in underneath the stars
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| And there we were
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| Out there in the great Lake Superior
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| Right across the bay
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| We sat back, put our feet up and there we were
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| Half a world away
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| Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves
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| With every passing day
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| It was all a blur, but there we were
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| On Madeline Island
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| Madeline Island
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| We left our shadows on the lake shore
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| We soaked up all the sights
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| About drowned in a downpour
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| But for the northern lights
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| We shot the breeze under pine trees
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| And sat around the fire
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| We hit the hay beneath the Milky Way
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| And there we were
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| Out there in the great Lake Superior
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| Right across the bay
|
| We sat back, put our feet up and there we were
|
| Half a world away
|
| Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves
|
| With every passing day
|
| It was all a blur, but there we were
|
| On Madeline Island
|
| Out there in the great Lake Superior
|
| Right across the bay
|
| We sat back, put our feet up and there we were
|
| Half a world away
|
| Where the waves turned the cliffs into sea caves
|
| With every passing day
|
| It was all a blur, but there we were
|
| On Madeline Island
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| Madeline Island
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| There we were on Madeline Island
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| (We made a memory
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| That will always last
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| But we went on that trip
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| Just the three and back) |