December
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I’ve been down this road before.
Walk out the door,leave you on the floor.
Sometimes you run and hide. . .Your foolish pride’s.
What keeps me from giving you more?
Some day I’ll return when it’s time?
For payment in kind.
The church bells will chime?
You’ll stand before me surrounded by lights.
Dressed in white, you’ll throw flowers in the air
this night.
Looks like the rain’s pouring down on me!
It’s drowning me now. . .,
All I want is to come back home.
And this old corduroy coat it’s not keeping me dry
But I can’t think of what else to try. . .
Thats why the best thing I can give to you
Is for me to go, leave you alone?
You got growin up to do. . .?
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