She said you're gonna like it
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
Better to extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
It was time to bug out
Time to head south
Time to ditch the wetsuit
Watch the birds and follow suit
December always tends
To paralyze me
December
Best to end then
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
My wave was so high
I couldn't paint
The top of it
And barely managed to scratch
The bottom of it
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Or you die
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
She said you're gonna like it
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
To extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
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She said you're gonna like it
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
Better to extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
It was time to bug out
Time to head south
Time to ditch the wetsuit
Watch the birds and follow suit
December always tends
To paralyze me
December
Best to end then
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
My wave was so high
I couldn't paint
The top of it
And barely managed to scratch
The bottom of it
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Or you die
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
She said you're gonna like it
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
To extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
Better to extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
It was time to bug out
Time to head south
Time to ditch the wetsuit
Watch the birds and follow suit
December always tends
To paralyze me
December
Best to end then
December always tends
To paralyze me
Like I cared
About chilling winds
Like I cared
About a Christmas tree
My wave was so high
I couldn't paint
The top of it
And barely managed to scratch
The bottom of it
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Or you die
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
You surf to that height
And you either fly
Fly fly away
She said you're gonna like it
Whether you like it or not
She was wrong in that thought
Because I truly loved it
I truly loved it
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
Still it was best to end then
When fall was meeting winter
It was better to begin again
To extract the splinter
December always tends
To paralyze me
Writer: Sol Luckman
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