and i swear i tried to find the light in this i held my breath for as long as i could hold on.
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you've known i'm not much for complaining.
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but there's not much left of me this winter got the best of me.
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december killed the best of me.
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and i'm sure it's been catching and gaining but how could you see.
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and even if you spun cartwheels with sparklers in your hands it wouldn't be enough for me.
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december killed the best of me.
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and i just called and i just wrote to say goodbye.
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cuz i'm afraid when the snow clears there won't be much left of me.
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december killed the best of me
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The Past Two
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| Planes Mistaken For Stars |
