To the cold and glass and pain
Cutting back on everything
Never on a passing train
Sentence scraps the paper
Could not be there to you
And built-in conversation
What we would never lose
I'm going to Montreal
I won't do what they tell me
No I stay just the same
Tunneled all the pine trees
Still play a wasting game
I'm going, I'm going
I'm going to Montreal
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
I was looking for an answer
I'm going, I'm going away
I'm going to Montreal
I was looking for an answer
I would never find in you
Sold all my records
What a stupid thing to do
Going to Montreal
I never had a clue
No, I never had a clue
I'm trying to get to you To the cold and glass and pain Cutting back on everything Never on a passing train Sentence scraps the paper Could not be there to you And built-in conversation What we would never lose I'm going to Montreal I won't do what they tell me No I stay just the same Tunneled all the pine trees Still play a wasting game I'm going, I'm going I'm going to Montreal I was looking for an answer I would never find in you I was looking for an answer I'm going, I'm going away I'm going to Montreal I was looking for an answer I would never find in you Sold all my records What a stupid thing to do Going to Montreal I never had a clue No, I never had a clue Explain Request ×
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