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There's a Victorian tin, I keep my memories in, |
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I found it up in the attic. |
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After looking inside, I find the things that I'm hiding... |
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The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss, |
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Only nostalgia has me feeling like this... |
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Like I miss you, |
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It must be the time of year. |
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Remember December, |
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It's like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream, |
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Remember December, |
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A fall of snow and the afterglow. |
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It could be taking our breath away |
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But the years stand in the way, |
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Remember December, |
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How does it make you feel inside ? |
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Beneath a Valentine, I see a locket is shining |
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I think it must be the wine, |
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Makes me feel it's all real. |
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Where nothing seems to rhyme |
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To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake |
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I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake |
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Or a heartache, |
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It must be the time of year. |
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Remember... |
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Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone |
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Should I call you up and wish you 'Happy Christmas' ? |
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I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone |
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Take my heart in my hand |
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And ask if you remember... |
