| The afternoon has settled long and heavy on my shoulders
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| The winter’s light feels different on my skin
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| It doesn’t seem to strike as far below the surface so
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| I have to conclude that shadow won’t let it in
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| That shadow won’t let it in, shadow won’t let it in
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| December…
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| You’ve always been a problem child
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| December…
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| You run me down right restless and wild
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| And I remember when you used to be mine
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| December…
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| December…
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| The leaves are all still changing, the weather here is mild and vacant
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| A winter’s blooming on Los Angeles
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| The artificial cold is more than I was hoping for
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| But not enough to consume the darkened state I’m in
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| The darkened state I’m in, the darkened state I’m in
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| December…
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| You’ve always been a problem child
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| December…
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| You run me down right restless and wild
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| But I remember when you used to be mine
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| December…
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| December…
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| Distill a whole year down into a day
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| Act like we all start over with a pristine slate
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| But to get yourself a new life you’ve got to give the other one away
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| And I’m starting to believe in the power of a name
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| Cause it can’t be a mistake if I just call it change
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| December…
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| Can’t turn around now
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| December…
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| Break the chain, can’t live in circles again |