[Hook] Comment avezvous ici? Quand partezvous? How did you get here? When do you leave? Commentavez vous ici? Quand partezvous? How did you get here? When do you leave? [Verse 1 Heath McNease] Its a long way to my town Where an open mind means hell is close behind you On the streets of Montreal I see people holdin hands I wish the lovers would go home I wish the lovers would go home Its a long way to my town Where a foolish man is one who votes against you On the streets of Montreal They dont know who I am They wish that I would just go home They wish that I would just go home [Hook] [Bridge Heir Jordan] Dont let em see you cry See you sweat See you try Just play it cool And hang on to the familiar Dont let em see you fall See you slip See you stall Just play the fool And hang on until November [Verse 2 Heir Jordan] Catch me walkin like a vagabondstreet to street But the street signs looking all Greek to me Speaking the native tongues took chic for me So I keep my native tongue in my cheek to speak So dont mind me Youre foreign, Jordan, dont remind me Just point me to the point where Ieave and Ill be Back with a lifelong love beside me Holding hands with a cup of that chai tea Can you say clich? Thats what we say Who knows, maybe we could all be the same But I dont speak French, I just speak plain Invaded your city with stupid friends on a weekday Thats not like me The birds in this town dont like me Monuments in the square despise me They think so highly But I dont take this town lightly Somebody take a second to write me We out here [Verse 3 Isaac Knox] The drive there, man I really thought it was a nightmare Turns out the nightmare was right here Got our GPS but I cant find where I can lay my head tonight Is this way right? Their faces sing to me Go home, go home, go home We wake up thinking that were gonna get a taste of the city But it turns out that they hate us For thinking they should learn just to erase But Im not here to fight Just wanna see some sights But their faces sing to me Go home, go home, go home [Outro a spoken word by Isaac Knox] Were guests of a province of guests of a sovereign nation The natives alien to the rest of the population Here, English takes on a negative connotation So surrounding cities are represented in moderation And they aint tryna be disturbed They just wanna walk, eat, sleep, and work But a bunch of tourists speaking like me enter and complain that we cant read their words I need to sit down, may I use this bench? Mercybuecoop? Excuse my haha But as I sit down and look at the architexture I begin to understand that we arent members Theyre in but not of the world they occupy And get hate cause they wont compromise And some think thats a disgrace or a spit in Canadas face But thats exactly the way we feel back in the states Where, personally, I wanna tell everyone including the churches we meet That Im not hurtin to be your version of me And it starts occurrin to me that Im speakin this towns language So now I love Montreal, I hope it never changes
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