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⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠸⣿⣿⣾⣿⡿⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡘⠻⣿⠟⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠿⢿⣿⣶⣤⣼⠟⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢡⣶⣦⡌⠻⡿⢁⣾⣷⠀⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡄⢻⣿⣿⣦⡀⢸⣿⡏⣸⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⠙⢿⣿⣿⣆⠙⢠⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡌⠻⣿⣿⣷⣄⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢡⣴⣤⡘⢿⣿⣿⣧⡈⢿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⢋⣁⠘⢿⣿⣿⣆⠙⣿⣿⣷⡀⢻⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⠿⠀⣿⣿⣷⣄⠻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⠈⣿⣿
⣿⡟⢠⣶⣤⡈⠻⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠏⣰⣿⣿
⣿⣿⡈⢿⣿⣿⣶⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠋⣰⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣷⣄⠙⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠟⣡⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣦⣉⠛⠛⠛⢛⣉⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
Just take me back to Montreal
I'll get a real job, you'll go back to school
We can burn out in the freezing cold
And just get lost
⡇⡟⣸⢟⣫⡅⣶⢆⡶⡆⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢿⣛⠃⠰⠆⠈⠁⠈⠙⠈⠻⣿⢹⡏⠄
⣧⣱⡷⣱⠿⠟⠛⠼⣇⠇⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠃⣰⣿⣿⡆⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠉⠈⠄⠄
⡏⡟⢑⠃⡠⠂⠄⠄⠈⣾⢻⣿⣿⡿⡹⡳⠋⠉⠁⠉⠙⠄⢀⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄⠂⠄
⡇⠁⢈⢰⡇⠄⠄⡙⠂⣿⣿⣿⣿⣱⣿⡗⠄⠄⠄⢀⡀⠄⠈⢰⠄⠄⠄⠐⠄⠄
⠄⠄⠘⣿⣧⠴⣄⣡⢄⣿⣿⣿⣷⣿⣿⡇⢀⠄⠤⠈⠁⣠⣠⣸⢠⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⢀⠄⠄⣿⣿⣷⣬⣵⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣟⢷⡶⢗⡰⣿⣿⠇⠘⠄⠄⠄⠄⠄
⣿⠄⠄⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣷⣶⣾⣿⣿⡟⢀⠃⠄⢸⡄⠁⣸
⣿⠄⠄⠘⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⢛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣟⢄⡆⠄⢀⣪⡆⠄⣿
⡟⠄⠄⠄⠄⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢿⣟⣻⣩⣾⣃⣴⣿⣿⡇⠸⢾
She's asleep, in the backseat
Looking peaceful, enough to me
But she's waking up, inside a dream
F u l l o f s c r e e c h i n g t i r e s a n d f i r e
We're coming back, from where no one lives
Pretty much just veterans
When I pointed out where the North Star is
She called me a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ liar