Morning after snow storm, stand in the silence
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Almost feel reborn all alone in 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 you 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 a kid.
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Pushed all 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 and I started my car morning after snowstorm
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I scraped off my windshields 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 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, in a tie in the kitchen
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I sat and I watched you put make-up on.
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Thought of the day in the basement when I played house
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I felt ashamed that I stayed in my head in the same place for so long
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Because I was afraid to change
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But it's not an excuse to stay!
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Morning after snowstorm
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I climbed up on the snowbank and I stared at the neighborhood
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Morning after snowstorm
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I think I finally understood 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 building grandma's bookshelf
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Watched a woman walk her trash out to the street.
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Father alone of the highway
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I heard the salt trucks and neighbors off to work
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Saw my mother, saw how history loops around all of these moments,
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And then I saw you!
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In a dress there, with your eyes open wide to put make-up on
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Thought of the day 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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Extraordinary Dinner Party
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