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Her December is a mood swing; |
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An afternoon frost meant just for me... |
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Her December is a change of pace; |
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An extraordinary leap from sunray to snowflake... |
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Her December... her December... |
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Her December means I'll be alone in the morning... |
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Her December is a look so cold, |
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It leaves me defenseless, shoots my story full of holes... |
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Her December is a long night |
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With one eye open, thinking of a better life... |
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Her December... her December... |
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Her December means I'll be alone in the morning, yeah... |
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Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa... |
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Hey, hey... oh... |
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Her December is the last clue |
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That she will never ever give me (another...) not another June... |
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Her December... her December... |
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Her December means I'll be alone in the morning... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |
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It's cold outside, in the frozen ice... |