Can't see this winter road
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For the fog and snow
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Slippin through [?]
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Headed east on seventeen
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Timber stacks a few miles back
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All laid out like rocket ships
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So many words I should have said
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Spent all night tryin to forget the one i did
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This road is a thorn river of regret
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Wind howls like a ghost inside my head
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Was so wrong, now there's no retunin'
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Two hundred miles, till sunrise
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Two hundred miles of this ice and snow
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Myyyyyyy, paint the dawn in Mattawa
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I'll greet the dawn in Mattawa
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Sadness in the morning, comes with the break of day
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For the dawn is a thief, that steals your dreams away
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Was so wrong now there's no returnin'
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Two hundred miles till sunrise
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Two hundred miles of this ice and snow
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Myyyyyyy paint the dawn in Mattawa
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I'll greet the dawn in Mattawa
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Mattawa
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| Blue Rodeo |
