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January hits you like a ball and chain like cigarettes in the pouring rain singing "hail Mary" for all the Februarys that I've got left well, I'm marching after hours in the desert sand well, April's just a flower in the devil's hand may I drive you through the city so big and so bright watched June through the window wrapped in neon lights well, I'm haunted by a sadness in this heart of mine July is electric like a bottle of wine August keeps crying and she don't know why she's dreaming of September in a wedding gown well, October's never over he just hangs around and all these embers burn in November skies watch 'em die like soldiers in lullabies December is a heaven that the angels hide December is a heaven that the angels hide From Letras Mania