they're calling for snow
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it's 40 below the weather when she had it together
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steering wheel's cold, she knows she's not old
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to be feeling fairy tales have a ceiling
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land locked and alone, she picks up the phone that keeps ringing
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The Beach Boys keep singing
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"God Only Knows", here comes the snow
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she feels like the weather just keeps her forever
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somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress
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snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who
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melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember
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map on the wall that somebody else calls home
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land locked and alone, she hangs up the phone
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a wrong number in search of the summer
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that someone else lives in, she's starting to give in
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to habits like splitting she just isn't fitting
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in the with the crowd or the oncoming clouds
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that tear through the winter, slowly they splinter
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the dreams that she had, she wanted so bad
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before the weather kept her forever
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the forecast is calling for outcasts
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somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress
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snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who
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melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember
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map on the wall that somebody else calls home
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as the snow globe on the dashboard crashes down against the ground
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the ballerina that was trapped inside is free forever now
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somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress
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snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who
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melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember
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map on the wall that somebody else calls home
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somewhere maybe in the Midwest, she sits waiting in a prom dress
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snowstorms and cold dorms and frozen boys who
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melt like snow in December, she can't help to remember
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map on the wall that somebody else calls home
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Maybe In The Midwest
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Army Of Freshmen |