| How pale is the sky that brings forth the rain
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| As the changing of seasons prepares me again
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| For the long bitter nights and the wild winter’s day
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| My heart has grown cold, my love stored away
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| My heart has grown cold, my love stored away
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| I’ve been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow
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| Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
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| I’ve taken the pain, no girl should endure
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| But faith can move mountains of that I am sure
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| Faith can move mountains of that I am sure
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| Just get me through December
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| A promise I’ll remember
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| Get me through December
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| So I can start again
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| No divine purpose brings freedom from sin
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| And peace is a gift that must come from within
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| And I’ve looked for the love that will bring me to rest
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| Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
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| Feeding this hunger beating strong in my chest
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| Just get me through December
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| Promise I’ll remember
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| Get me through December
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| So I can start again
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| I’ve been to the mountain, left my tracks in the snow
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| Where souls have been lost and the walking wounded go
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| I’ve taken the pain no girl should endure
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| Faith can move mountains of that I am sure
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| But faith can move mountains of that I am sure
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| Get me through December
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| A promise I’ll remember
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| Get me through December
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| So I can start again |