Blizzard of ’77 (Capo 3)
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In the blizzard of ’77, the cars were just lumps on the snow
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And then later, tripping in 7-11, the shelves were stretching out of control
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On a plane ride the more it shakes, the more I have to let go
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Now the signals getting all mixed up, we’re always doing damage control
But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light
But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light
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I know I have got a negative edge, that’s why I sharpen all the others a lot
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It’s like flowers or ladybugs, pretty weeds or red beetles with dots
But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light
But in the middle of the night I worry, it’s blurry even without light… light… light
light
I miss you more than I knew
I miss you more than I knew
I miss you more than I knew