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December in New York - Thea Gilmore
Friday's humming summer
And the whiskey sun is running out the night sky
I am here watching your form
Slowly pacing in the dawn as all the stars die
Yeah you're like a hit
You are tailored just to fit the changing season
Baby what is this
We are two star crossed bits of an equation
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
I will tune in to the radio
To hear some guy on some show sing like chocolate
No its not my job to be sentimental
Yeah I swear it was accidental
It just turned out like that
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
December in New York
I know I should be spitting bitter
Just for interest it's more fitting for a girl like me
But I am standing here
Amid politics and tears and I'm shouting loudly
The dustcart is slugging
Its way around the corner in the morning
And if you listen close
You'll hear the fairylights and smoke of the East Coast calling
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
Is it that you're shining
Is it your endgame talk
You're like a suntan in November
Or December in New York
December in New York
December in New York