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When I look into your eyes, it keeps me together |
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When I hear your private lies, |
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I don't feel any better |
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Clouds will gather over me, rain will soak me down |
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As I remember, my |
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DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left |
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Upon the left side of the dawn |
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Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces |
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Of the last |
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December morn |
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Nothing but the truth is all |
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I wantedEverything |
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I had was always counted |
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Clouds will gather over me, lightening strike me down |
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As I remember, my |
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DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left |
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Upon the left side of the dawn |
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Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces |
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Of the last |
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December morn |
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From the hand of |
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God that squeeze me |
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To the firestorm that feeds me, in my |
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DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man |
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Who can't remember |
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Clouds will gather over me, in misery |
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I drownIn my |
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December, my |
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DecemberJust to the left, upon what is left |
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Upon the left side of the dawn |
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Leaving the traces, forgotten the faces |
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Of the last |
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December morn |
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From the hand of |
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God that squeeze me |
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To the firestorm that feeds me, in my |
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DecemberIn a world too much for the likes of a man |
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Who can't remember |
