"Siberia"

From the busy parks
To the icy tides
Some day we'll decide
Where we want to live out our lives
Form out into sparks
Tumbling along
Keeping the heat on
Even though [bad word] and gone
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I would sail across the east sea
Just to see you on the far side
Where the wind is cold and angry
There you'll be to take me inside
We'll find ways to fill the empty
Far from all the hysteria
I don't care if we suddenly
Find ourselves in Siberia
Siberia

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Inside a street car
Or on a mountain trail
Details, details
You breathe in when I exhale
No matter where we are
Or which way the wind blows
Or how heavy the snow
Nothing can change where we will go
 [bad word] 

We'll leave Canada for Siberia
Siberia..
Siberia..
Siberia..
Siberia..
 [bad word] 

We'll leave Canada for Siberia