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December Fields 

[Verse 1]
Your hands are cold
There's frost upon the ground
You feel so old
And there's no one else around
These winter skies
Lit by the paleness of the sun
The trees so bare
The winter has begun

[Pre Chorus]
You've nothing left to say
Nothing left to do
You're barren like these fields
This is the end of you

[Chorus]
You're done, you're done
Like these December fields
So wrong, so wrong
And you know how it feels
So long, so long
You've waited here so long
For these December fields

[Verse 2]
You think of days
When life was full and bright
But seasons change
And the day becomes the night
The years pass by
Your friends are scattered in the breeze
Now you are here
You're just a ghost among these trees

[pre-Chorus]

[Chorus]

[Outro]
A distant light (a distant light)
That flickers in the haze
The echo of (the echo of)
A thousand yesterdays

The fields are cold

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