Foreign language, blue but in a different continent
Scream of anguish, blank stares at monuments
Chronic pessimism, crying at a French cafe
Telling myself I like impressionism
While looking right through a Monet
And it’s just as lonely lookin’ out at the water
As it is lonely lookin’ out my bedroom window
And it’s just as sad in Paris
As it is sad in Toronto
I think I’m gonna hate you
By the time we reach the East Side
Crying at the Metropolitan
Trudging along the High Line
It’s just as lonely lookin’ out at the city
As it is lonely lookin’ out my bedroom window
And it’s just as sad in New York
As it is sad in Toronto
We’ve spent hours in the suburbs
I thought I’d like America
And I thought I saw your brother
But it was just a replica
Why did I believe the TV shows?
I’ve been on one of those
It’s all fake, that’s something everybody knows
It’s just as lonely in another country
As it is lonely outside my bedroom window
It’s just as sad somewhere else
As it is sad in Toronto
It’s just as sad as being at home
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