13.How The West Québec Was Won
Packing on the layers and headed to the hills for the season
Shaking off the shackles of the city and forgettable days
And relishing the simple joys of fire
Forget about the sticky apartments all is lost on the haze
But oh,
We'll glide on frozen water
Tumble down mountains made of snow
We've been breaking resolutions and promises for most of the
year
My love you're still smoking, I'm never parting ways with the
beer
Every night we stumble home together
Take longer and longer as our favorite constellations appear
Oh,
Well glide on frozen water
And move into the hills of Gatineau
We can stay up every night
As the city's slowly buried in the snow
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