| Beneath the snow lies a dream that I once had
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| And I know that I’ll never go back
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| To the Christmas colored neighborhood
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| As thoughtful as a card
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| With a plastic baby Jesus in the yard
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| And it was all, and it was nothing at all
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| What we didn’t know, we didn’t think to ask
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| And the world was just a globe we used in class
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| Where the gym teacher was always mean
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| And as far as we could tell
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| He only exercised his right to yell
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| As the kings of boredom we ruled as we knew how
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| Or at least as long as our curfews would allow
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| Couple skates, lovesick songs in moments without pause
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| As Johnny Cougar amplified our cause
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| We were the great believers
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| That dreams came with stars
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| And freedom just depended on the car
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| Until one day the sky fell in and freedom lost control
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| And ran off the road and hit a pole |