| The Blizzard Of '96 |
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| Windows close just like my eyelids as I’m sleeping, |
| Lift the blinds up slowly, let the night in. |
| We’ve begun to work things out again. |
| There’s no other way around it. |
| Windows close just like your ear drum, as I’m saying, |
| Lets forget those things I did this winter. |
| We’ve begun to work things out again, |
| There’s no other way around it. |
