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In blizzard of ’77 The cars were just lumps on the snow And then later Tripping in 7-11 The shelves were stretching out of control
On a plane ride The more it shakes The more I have to let go Now the signals Still 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
I know I have got a negative edge That’s why I sharpen all the others a lot
It’s like flowers or ladybugs Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots
(chorus)
i miss you more than i knew (repeat)
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