| Truth lives next to consequence
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| It comes and goes like winter wind
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| Blowing across the straits one night
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| Cold as death and real as sin
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| I loved her and she loved me
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| Bound for what was meant to be
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| But trouble travels silently
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| There’s a girl in Michigan
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| Up in Lake Superior
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| Who’ll never bother us again
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| Making our lives easier
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| With alibis so paper thin
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| Now that she is over me and
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| Over you and
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| Overboard
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| Guide me toward that lonely light
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| It’s your beacon in the night
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| Now row us straight back to that shore
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| With frozen hands and muscles sore
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| And my back against your back
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| We glide along the water black
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| Both knowing there’s no turning back
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| There’s a girl in Michigan
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| Up in Lake Superior
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| Who’ll never bother us again
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| Making our lives easier
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| With alibis so paper thin
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| Now that she is out of sight
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| And out of mind
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| And Overboard
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| She was never gonna let us go
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| Had a hold on me
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| And a curse on you
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| As she lay there pale upon that shore
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| With her eyes gone black
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| They once were blue
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| She could see me for the first time
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| Now there’s a girl in Michigan
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| Who’s overboard
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| Truth moved on from consequence
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| Just when things were making sense
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| Her body washed back home to shore
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| Discovered by a neighbor boy
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| And now she’s in our lives again
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| The three of us in shadows |