| There’s a Victorian tin, I keep my memories in
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| I found it up in the attic
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| After looking inside, I find the things that I’m hiding…
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| The leaves saved from a mistletoe kiss
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| Only nostalgia has me feeling like this…
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| Like I miss you
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| It must be the time of year
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| Remember December
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| It’s like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream
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| Remember December
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| A fall of snow and the afterglow
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| It could be taking our breath away
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| But the years stand in the way
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| Remember December
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| How does it make you feel inside?
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| Beneath a Valentine, I see a locket is shining
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| I think it must be the wine
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| Makes me feel it’s all real
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| Where nothing seems to rhyme
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| To breathe life into the dust of a keepsake
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| I might as well try to fix a chain on a snowflake
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| Or a heartache
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| It must be the time of year
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| Remember December
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| It’s like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream
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| Remember December
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| A fall of snow and the afterglow
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| It could be taking our breath away
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| But the years stand in the way
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| Remember December
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| How does it make you feel inside?
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| Should I feel this alone, should I pick up the phone
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| Should I call you up and wish you 'Happy Christmas'?
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| I feel so alone, should I pick up the phone
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| Take my heart in my hand
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| And ask if you remember December
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| It’s like a wintergreen beside a diamond stream
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| Remember December
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| A fall of snow and the afterglow
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| It could be taking our breath away
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| But the years stand in the way
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| Remember December
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| How does it make you feel inside? |