| In December drinking horchata
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| I’d look psychotic in a balaclava
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| Winter’s cold is too much to handle
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| Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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| (Whoaaaaa ooooh)
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| In December drinking horchata
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| Look down your glasses at that Aranciata
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| With lips and teeth to ask how my day went
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| Boots and fists to pound on the pavement
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| Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
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| Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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| (Whoaaaaaa ooooh)
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| You’d remember drinkin horchata
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| You’d still enjoy it with your foot on masada
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| Winter’s cold is too much to handle
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| Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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| Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
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| Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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| Ooh you had it but oh no you lost it
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| Lookin back you shouldn’t have fought it
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| In December, drinkin horchata
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| I’d look psychotic in a balaclava
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| Winter’s cold is too much to handle
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| Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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| Years go by and hearts start to harden
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| Those palms and firs that grew in your garden
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| Falling down and nearing the rose beds
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| The roots are shooting up through the tool shed
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| Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went
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| Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement
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| Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
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| Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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| Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
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| You understood so you shouldn’t have fought it
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| Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
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| Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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| Here comes a feeling you thought you’d forgotten
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| Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on |