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From the sticks to the big smoke
She looked out the window barely spoke
Some things in life are hard to swallow
The first thing that we will do
When we get there is rent a room
Our spirits on a wind will have to follow
We'll say all our goodbyes
We'll cut all of our ties
Midnight ferry crossing
Some people see it from miles away
Others just wake up one day
The rug is pulled from underneath their feet
At night I walked across the ice
Bunting over my shoulder
And a hunting knife in my teeth
We'll say all our goodbyes
We'll cut all of our ties
Midnight ferry crossing
