When memories snow
And cover up the driveway
I shovel all those memories
Clear the path to drive to the store
And when memories melt
I hear them in the drain pipe
Drippin' through the downspout
As I lie awake in the dark
And if I break, could I go on break?
Be back in my room, writin' speeches in my head
Listenin' to the thousand hands that clap for me in the dark
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