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While Some Get The Rain, We Get The Snow Lyrics: Viorel Lupu Music: Suno & Viorel [Verse 1] The second day of Christmas, and the sky just let it go Big flakes falling heavy, burying the world we know It’s been three years since I clicked these bindings on Dusty old skis, but the feeling isn't gone The pavement is a memory, hidden under white It’s cold on my face, but the feeling is so right. [Chorus] So, while you watch the heavy rain pour down in California I’m gliding down the center line, I’m taking back the street today! Before the plows come scraping by and turn it all to ice I’m twelve years old again, man, wouldn't that be nice? Crunching through the powder, chasing down the light Pickering is magic, just for this one height of white. [Verse 2] Neighbors in the driveways, fighting with the drift Wrrroummm go the blowers, trying to clear the shift I see the sledges coming out, kids are bundling up Cars are creeping slowly, like they’re stuck in syrup Garbage truck is rolling, doing what it has to do Mundane meets the magical, a winter point of view. [Bridge] In the distance there’s a siren, a cry across the town Probably a fender-bender, someone slid around It’s the winter’s good and bad, the danger and the fun But I gotta keep on moving 'fore the setting of the sun. [Chorus] Yeah, while you watch the heavy rain pour down in California I’m gliding down the center line, I’m taking back the street today! Before the plows come scraping by and turn it all to ice I’m twelve years old again, man, wouldn't that be nice? Crunching through the powder, chasing down the light Pickering is magic, just for this one height of white. [Outro] Fresh tracks. Big flakes. Beat the plow. Send this to the West Coast. Yeah...