In blizzard of '77
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The cars were just lumps on the snow
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And then later
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Tripping in 7-11
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The shelves were stretching out of control
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On a plane ride
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The more it shakes
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The more i have to let go
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Now the signals
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Still getting all mixed up
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We're always doing damage control
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But in the middle of the night i worry
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It's blurry even without light
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I know i have got a negative edge
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That's why i sharpen all the others a lot
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It's like flowers or ladybugs
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Pretty weeds or red beetles with dots
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[chorus]
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I miss you more than i knew
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[repeat]
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Blizzard Of '77
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| Nada Surf |
