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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
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