Get in the car
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We're late for the gig
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But don't go too fast
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It's been snowing since 10am
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And we'll never be this free again
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Crossin' the bridge
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Over the Gatineau
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To the side that I know
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Where the light becomes strange
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We'll never be this free again
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On our way home
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Singin' the songs
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That we learned on our mother's knee
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Four black sheep in need
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Tryin' and dyin' to be freed
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Jesse's been drinkin' again and again
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He won't believe, he can't believe
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We can see right through his soul
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Mom and Dad
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They're on their way
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They know these roads
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They've been leading a lonely life
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Black sheep, they too were born in the night
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And we'll meet at the lodge
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To suck on life and scream up at the sky
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That we don't feel the same
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And we'll never be this free again
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May walked away in the snow
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Sayin' she was through
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And Frere Jacques never woke to ring the bell
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To tell us what we already knew
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That out there in the freezing night,
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We would not be alright
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Four black sheep
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Travellin' at different speeds
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Angry at the world
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Losing the way in the cold, deep snow
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Black on white it glowed
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We would never be this free again
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We would never be this free again
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After the show,
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Back on the road to Montreal
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There were diamonds piercing our eyes
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And the snow piling up on either side
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Jesse took the wheel
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There was an appeal to stop the ride
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But we were just four black sheep in the night
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Trying to hold on for our lives
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And we never made it home
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Spinnin' out on the road,
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We took to the sky
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Where we were finally free for the last time
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Red on black on white in the night
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I said, red on black on white in the night
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I said, red on black on white in the night...
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Four Black Sheep
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| Martha Wainwright |
