So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you saying
I'm sorry for that night
And I go back to December all the time,
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missin' you
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
And I go back to December, turn around
And make it all right
I go back to December all the time♪♫
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