| Tattered and torn again, tumbled a thousand steps
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| And swear you heard the lady singing
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| Almost delirious, altogether too serious
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| You floated off and out of reach
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| You always came to me in my December rain
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| Giving me shelter from the storm
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| And if you ever find you’re down on your knees
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| I’ll be the place you can go
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| When you’re runnin' low
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| Remembering you, my friend
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| The summers would never end, we were seventeen
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| Under a diamond sky, reminiscing the days gone by
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| We laughed and laughed 'til we almost cried
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| You always came to me in my December rain
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| Giving me shelter from the storm
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| And if you ever find you’re down on your knees
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| I’ll be the place you can go
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| When you’re runnin' low
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| Running away doesn’t feel like the answer
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| When it seems like the light is fading away
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| Take a look around you and know that you are not alone
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| When you’re runnin' low
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| You always came to me in my December rain
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| Giving me shelter from the storm
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| And if you ever find you’re down on your knees
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| I’ll be the place you can go
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| When you’re runnin' low
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| Don’t want to see the night fall
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| Don’t want to see the night fall in your eyes |