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montreal is where i began to feel inside the great sadness of winter you told me that this isn't it and i drove away
walking to the statue in the park through snow drifts up over our knees and every street sign written in french we sat by the statue you looked in my eyes and then said, "I'm so sorry"
later layin on your bed wonderin what's goin wrong everytime i'd ask you'd start crying and whisper, "I don't know why, i only know what i feel, what a voice says to me"
i may be here now but i never left montreal
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