In December drinking horchata
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I'd look psychotic in a balaclava
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Winter's cold is too much to handle
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Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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(Whoaaaaa ooooh)
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In December drinking horchata
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Look down your glasses at that Aranciata
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With lips and teeth to ask how my day went
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Boots and fists to pound on the pavement
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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
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Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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(Whoaaaaaa ooooh)
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You'd remember drinkin horchata
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You'd still enjoy it with your foot on masada
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Winter's cold is too much to handle
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Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
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Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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Ooh you had it but oh no you lost it
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Lookin back you shouldn't have fought it
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In December, drinkin horchata
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I'd look psychotic in a balaclava
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Winter's cold is too much to handle
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Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals
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Years go by and hearts start to harden
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Those palms and firs that grew in your garden
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Falling down and nearing the rose beds
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The roots are shooting up through the tool shed
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Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went
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Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement
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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
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Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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Oh you had it but oh no you lost it
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You understood so you shouldn't have fought it
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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
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Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
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Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on
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Horchata
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| Vampire Weekend |
