200 fates entwined inside the plane
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We watched as England dropped away from us again
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I wasn't waiting, I wasn't sure what I would find
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I was prepared to let it happen on its own this time
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I had a feeling I was floating into time spent amongst friends
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Reintroduced from other strange and wonderful weekends
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As the seat belt signs announced the fall
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I realised I'd been falling for a while
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We'd been falling for some time into Montreal
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I saw ice upon the river as the plane came in to land
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I heard Joni Mitchell singin' her poems of isolation
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The man at immigration said his friends all knew the band
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Bizarre to come so far to an outstretched hand and easy conversation
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We were welcomed through arrivals without the usual transatlantic fuss
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And greeted by the fans who led us to the chilly street onto the bus
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The snow had hung around on the corners of the vacant lots
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And France was singing in the air of hi-rise North America
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And as we made our way into the hotel hall
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The man behind the desk broke a knowing smile, and said
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"Hello sir, welcome back to Montreal."
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We hid away for the day in our identical rooms
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Like we usually do
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Another new bed, upside down in our heads
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And afternoon was morning
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And night was afternoon
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Only the jet-lagged know the way I sleep tonight..
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So I Skyped home and said "It's me. How are you babe?
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I can't be with you but I can see you on the screen
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Technology is wonderful when it isn't in the way
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The little one seems older now with every passing day
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I hope the vibes are good. I'm behavin' as I should
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Going down to breakfast ..What time is it now there?
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I'll go shopping for shoes ..or whatever ensues
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Je t'aime my darling, Je t'aime my darling
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See you soon.."
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We were invited to the circus - guests of honour if you please - by a girl with an eskimo name
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And in the cafe of the Cirque 'Soleil
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We bought Easter-eggs from outer-space
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40 different languages are spoken in this place
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And inside the steel-glass building I gazed up at the trapeze
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The building 30 metres tall - we watched the acrobat fall
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He was quite safe
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He was falling into Montreal
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Down at the sports-bar the ice-hockey never ends..
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Down at the sports-bar the ice-hockey never ends..
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So up in my room I discovered Leonard Cohen on TV
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Live in London. Ain't that perfect symmetry?!
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It warmed the heart to watch him float around the hall
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Soaking up, reflecting, radiating
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Just as I would, tomorrow night
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On the outstretched tender hands, tender hands
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Tender hands of Montreal
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The fleur de lis was always kind to me
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I'll make the time if ever you should call
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The fleur de lis was always kind to me
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I'll make the time if ever you should call
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And so I shall...
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Je t'aime my darling, Je t'aime my darling
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Montreal
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Montreal
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