| Her December is a mood swing;
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| An afternoon frost meant just for me…
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| Her December is a change of pace;
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| An extraordinary leap from sunray to snowflake…
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| Her December… her December…
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| Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning…
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| Her December is a look so cold
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| It leaves me defenseless, shoots my story full of holes…
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| Her December is a long night
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| With one eye open, thinking of a better life…
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| Her December… her December…
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| Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning, yeah…
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| Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa…
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| Hey, hey… oh…
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| Her December is the last clue
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| That she will never ever give me (another…) not another June…
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| Her December… her December…
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| Her December means I’ll be alone in the morning…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice…
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| It’s cold outside, in the frozen ice… |