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
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December
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Sara Bareilles |