| You look small in your coat
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| One hand up on the window
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| So long now, you’d been lost in thought
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| No snow on the road
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| We’d been lucky and it looked like
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| We would be well past Orleans
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| And past Montmagny
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| The road giving way to river
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| The frozen Saint Lawrence white and blue
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| We went out on the ice
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| And I turned back to you
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| A figure distant and small in the long view
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| Was it the look in your eye? |
| I wasn’t sure
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| The way it is and the way it could be both are
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| We got back in the car
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| You always tell me the truth
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| Even when it hurts me it hurts you
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| Could you go a little easy? |
| Would it kill you?
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| Living out the dream
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| Out on the road now for a couple weeks
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| So intimate with all that we had wanted
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| All that we hoped for
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| And all that we dreamed
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| The way it is and the way it could be
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| But how long is it going to go on?
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| I’m gonna count on
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| I’m gonna hold out for nothing much
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| A little kindness
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| A little praise some days
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| I get so close, but I don’t really touch
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| What I get, what I need
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| The way it is, the way it could be
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| Two brown dogs came out running cross the highway
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| Panting and low to the ground
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| And then they were gone
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| For a moment, I had run them down
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| I closed and opened my eyes
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| They were running up the hill on the other side
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| The way it is and the way it could be
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| Both are |