December, driving to Montclair
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You drove us both ways through frozen pouring rain
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And you drove me crazy, it's always been that way
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Cause when you're at your best there's just not much I can say
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But you've changed so much
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That you can't measure up
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You've changed so much that you can't measure up
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To the memories I have of you
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And I think that I miss winter the most
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Right at home in the bitter cold
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The temperature to match my soul
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And you could tell me everything but I'd know
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Its time to go
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You look so much older
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You've cut and dyed your hair
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A couple of tattoo's
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And some stars behind your ears
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But you'll still drive me crazy
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I guess some things never change
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Even when you're not at your best
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There's still not much I can say
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But you've changed so much
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That you can't measure up
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You've changed so much that you can't measure up
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To the memories I have of you
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Decembers will never be the same way
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So lets just forget I brought it up anyway
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I'll wish the best of luck
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Cause I've missed this so much
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I wish I could have took those chances then
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Fought off this regret and just hope for the best
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And I fought for so long and I kept holding on
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With the patients of a saint
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And now all that remains
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Is this sun bleached memory too washed out to see
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December
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| Post Break Tragedy |
