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We found ourselves buried under snow As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface Ed told me I wouldn't need a sweatshirt I never thought that he'd be right We searched for ghosts and all we found was the death of our winter selves These nights are few and far between These nights are exactly what I needed Rubber soles on rubber wheels pushing against the ground We found ourselves buried under snow Madeline told me her clothes would smell burnt for at least a couple of days We formed inside jokes as the fires smoke made it hard to breathe These kids are few and far between These kids are exactly what I needed Fragile hearts on fragile lawn chairs laying against the ground We found ourselves buried under snow As we dig our way out, we see the sun shining at the surface Aus Songtexte Mania