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December it's usually a little colder |
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That's something that |
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I'll learn as |
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I get older |
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People walkin' by staring at the ground |
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Most of them walk on by some throw their paper down |
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Mama's tambourine yellow submarine |
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My daddy sings and then there's me |
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Christmas, |
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I guess it's gonna miss us |
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For all that |
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I know, it's just another day |
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Can you spare the time for me and mine |
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If you're down on your luck now's your turn to shine |
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For daddy's guitar strings, me and |
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Bobby McGee |
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My mama sings, and then there's me |
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Am I the only one, |
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I wish I could ask someone |
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Well I just stare at the sky, like there's nothing wrong |
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As that December wind starts to get strong |
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As I hum along to my people's song |
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What is it good for, come you masters of war |
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My people sing, mama's tambourine, daddy's guitar strings |
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And then there's me, and then there's me |
