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Get in the car |
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We're late for the gig |
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But don't go too fast |
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It's been snowin' since 10 am |
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And we'll never be this free again |
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Crossin' the bridge |
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Over the Gatineau |
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To the side that |
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I knowWhere the light becomes strange |
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We'll never be this free again |
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On our way home |
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Singin' the songs |
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That we learned on our mother's knee |
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Four black sheep in need |
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Tryin' or dyin' to be freed |
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Jesse's been drinkin' again and again |
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He won't believe, he can't believe |
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We can see right through his soul |
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Mom and Dad |
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They're on their way |
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They know these roads |
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They've been leading a lonely life |
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Black sheep, they too were born in the night |
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And we'll meet at the lodge |
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To suck on life and scream up at the sky |
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That we don't feel the same |
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And we'll never be this free again |
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May walked away in the snow |
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Sayin' she was through. |
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And Frere |
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Jacques would never woke to ring the bell |
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To tell us what we already knew |
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That out there in the freezing night, |
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We would not be all right |
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Four black sheep |
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Travelin' at different speeds |
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Angry at the world |
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Losing the way in the cold, deep snow |
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Black on white it glowed |
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We would never be this free again |
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We would never be this free again |
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After the show |
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Back on the road to |
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MontrealThere were diamonds piercing our eyes |
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And the snow piling up on either side |
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Jesse took the wheel |
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There was an appeal to stop the ride |
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But we were just four black sheep in the night |
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Trying to hold on for our lives |
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And we never made it home |
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Spinnin'out on the road, |
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We took to the sky |
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Where we were finally free for the last time |
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Red on black on white in the night |
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I said, red on black on white in the night |
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I said, red on black on white in the night... |
