.I woke up to greeting cards from people I don't know no more
I woke up to blue above and blue below these wooden floors
This kind of thing, it can't be told
This kind of thing, it won't be taught
I drove on the interstate wishing I had learnt to fly
She's my Canadian girl on the fifth.
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