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December Song

Album: Crossroads EP
By:
An Unending July

Duration

3:48

Genres

Indie Pop

Lyrics

Capture the world In twelve tiny syllables Encapsule your world In snow domes and silver bells I walk and stare But no one's aware Of me Exist on my own I drift to another land A Party for one For a lack of a better plan Affectionate spectacles Intrude my respectable head The years growing older As I cogitate in the snow Nostalgia smoulders like a painting from Vincent Van Gogh I stumble alone With social resistance As I cling to my phone My foolish persistence With numbers, and pictures And people that I once had know I take care to avoid The festive Illusions A spiritual void Of commercial delusions I run and I fall But it changes Nothing at all....Nothing at all The years growing older As I cogitate in the snow Nostalgia smoulders Like a painting from Vincent Van Gogh Capture the world In twelve tiny syllables With me

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