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Morning after snowstorm, stand in the silence
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Almost feel reborn, all alone on the street
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It's a certain sort of stillness
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When the quiet surrounds you
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The only sound, your shovel on concrete
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I remember those piles from the snow plows
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Always seemed much bigger back when I was kid
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Pushed all of the snow to the end of the driveway
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I was the only person up in the neighborhood
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Morning after snowstorm
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I turned the ignition
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And I started my car
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Morning after snowstorm
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I scraped off my windshield
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With the edge of a credit card
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I remember that drive into work
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Still can hear the voice coming over the radio
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Listen to our experts
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Give the best tips
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For the next time you entertain dinner guests
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I thought of the day
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In a tie in the kitchen, I sat
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And I watched you put make-up on
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Thought of the day
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In the basement when I played house
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I felt ashamed
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That I'd stayed in my head
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In the same place for so long
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Because I was afraid to change
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But that's not an excuse to stay
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Morning after snowstorm
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I climbed up on the snowbank
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And I stared at the neighborhood
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Morning after snowstorm
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I think I finally understood
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What they meant when they said
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There's a calm after the storm
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Saw my grandpa at his workbench
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Building grandma's bookshelf
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Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street
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Father alone on the highway
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I heard the salt trucks
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And neighbors off to work
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Saw my mother
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Saw how history loops
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Around all of these moments
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And then I saw you
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In a dress there
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With your eyes open wide
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To put make-up on
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Thought of the day
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In the basement that I played house
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And I felt ashamed
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I'd ignored all the hands
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That extended before and around me
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Because I was afraid to change
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But that's not an excuse to stay
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It's not an excuse
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Name Extraordinary Dinner Party
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Artist La Dispute
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Album Rooms of the House
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