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Knowing you makes all the difference |
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Don't it darling |
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Knowing all your if's and why's |
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Your when's and how's |
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December comes in as a short procession |
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A little punctured, a little heartbroken |
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But not forever and not for long |
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In New York, the vagabonds have fled |
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To your dusty wings |
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The play bill tramps are |
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Starving for a little warmth |
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It seems I've help my arms like this for ages |
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But I am done waiting, I am lowering them down |
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Like a white flag, like a sail |
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It's Clementine season, my peach, my little |
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You are gone, but now I like all my parts |
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It's funny how when we're whole, we feel hollow |
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It's funny, I like me best with a broken heart |
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So, when winter started to thaw |
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You may be tempted to come around |
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And it's likely to be too late |
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La la la... |
