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We stole a car to drive down to Lake Erie Three cards And see broken glass on a white Canadian beach Tonight She wears her straw hat like a crown of diamonds And smiles Someday we'll be on familiar streets Inside There are smooth petosky sontes in jacket pockets And charms Arrowheads and indian souvenirs We find Girls wave to drunken sailors on the sidewalk And smile A cafe catches fire and disaapears Tonight Thunderstorms can drown out conversations And shake Lucky horseshoes off of fish shack walls There's a flood of tourists each vacation The faces are different but the lake doesn't change at all Indians in cowboy hats on horseback Three cards Point out seven sisters in the dark Night sky They sparkle brighter than a crown of diamonds And shine And fade away into the morning light Tonight