| December it’s usually a little colder
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| That’s something that I’ll learn as I get older
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| People walkin' by staring at the ground
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| Most of them walk on by some throw their paper down
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| Mama’s tambourine yellow submarine
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| My daddy sings and then there’s me
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| Christmas, I guess it’s gonna miss us
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| For all that I know, it’s just another day
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| Can you spare the time for me and mine
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| If you’re down on your luck now’s your turn to shine
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| For daddy’s guitar strings, me and Bobby McGee
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| My mama sings, and then there’s me
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| Am I the only one, I wish I could ask someone
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| Well I just stare at the sky, like there’s nothing wrong
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| As that December wind starts to get strong
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| As I hum along to my people’s song
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| What is it good for, come you masters of war
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| My people sing, mama’s tambourine, daddy’s guitar strings
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| And then there’s me, and then there’s me |