The blackness of roads, theres nothing left
Take one step and sink three feet in
A shovel in hand but where to begin
The cars are buried in a bank of snow
Unfortunately black ice lies below
Stuck in the house with nothing to do
So I'll write to the sun since it's its' cue
Melt this snow and melt the ice
On the roads I don't want to roll the dice
I need to get out, out of this place
I need to see another face
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