| Rolling hills all covered in suede
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| I’m heat nervous and out of road
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| Downtown, there’s a parade
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| But I don’t think I wanna go
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| Smart as trees in Sault Saint Marie
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| I can speak my mother tongue
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| Passing laws just because
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| And singing songs of the English unsung
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| How could you do it?
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| How could you even try
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| When you were born in the water
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| And you were raised in the sky?
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| Front seat stamped by the wind blows
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| No erases in this game
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| Arbitrary as the wind blows
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| It’s another way to lay claim
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| Ain’t no cause for bloodthirsting
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| In a little town so dry
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| Angels dance on a pinhead
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| Just to make room for you and I
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| How could you do it?
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| How could you even try
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| When you were born in the water
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| And you were raised up in the sky?
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| Thoroughbred with their great big heads
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| Think a mile might be too far
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| Highway horses laugh, but ofcourse
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| When they don’t know where the hell they are
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| Smart as trees in Sault Saint Maire
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| Victorious mother tongue
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| Passing laws just because
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| And singing songs of the English unsung
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| Well, how could you do it?
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| How could you even try
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| When you were born in the water
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| And you were raised up?
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| How could you do it?
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| How could you even try
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| When you were born in the water
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| And you were raised up in the sky? |