| December ain’t cold at all this year in Florida
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| But I’m still chilled to the bone
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| The mind plays tricks this time of year in Florida
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| It’s not the time to be alone
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| I feel the less you love the less you feel alive
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| I feel to understand it starts from the inside
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| And I feel that patience is a lesson learned in time
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| To be good with your own life’s to be good with mine
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| Time stands still this time of year in Florida
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| The only time I feel at home
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| The neighborhood kids run down the road in Florida
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| It’s got me scared I missed the boat
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| I feel the less you love the less you feel alive
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| I feel to understand it starts from the inside
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| And I feel that patience is a lesson learned in time
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| To be good with your own life’s to be good with mine
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| To be good with your own life’s to be good with mine
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| I always knew that I would leave
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| But I didn’t think it’d change a part of me
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| Can’t get back to who I was back then (who I was back then)
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| Feels wrong to shut that out
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| Seems wrong to pretend
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| To pretend
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| I feel the less you love the less you feel alive
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| I feel to understand it starts from the inside
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| And I feel that patience is a lesson learned in time
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| To be good with your own life’s to be good with mine
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| To be good with your own life’s to be good with mine |