I can't listen to your music,
I can't listen to your songs,
Staying friends,
Living past is not an option,
When the Sun's new every day.
They say,
We were never meant to be,
So why I'm still dreaming?
They say,
The best songs are born,
From the greatest sorrows,
So I'm singing this song
For the 'us' in some other world.
Just a little would be enough
To warm up
This never ending December.
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