All the parents of the children of DecemberHave a clutch 'Cause their birthdays are the hardest to rememberWhen you're born on ChristmasOr the day before new year'sThey can sing out your birthday But but but nobody hearsI was lucky I was born in the summerNineteen seventy fiveIt was as hot as an ovenFamilies that were lovin each other in NovemberBy April were planning all the new family membersBut save one for the empirical boy with his empirical toys The hots wheels the autobots and the deceptigonsEveryone's waiting to see what he's worthBut he is invincible like a breeze on the earthI was holding somethingIn my hands so tightlyI was afraid to let it goI was afraid to even knowI was holding somethingIn my heart so tightlyI was afraid to let it goOh when you're born in DecemberIt's hard to rememberWell the 90s have endedSo what do you call this decade?I hold every person I meet like a treasureI defend the ones I love to whatever the end isAnd that's why I take it to you throug h the music'Cause when the music's connected it's like everyone's protectedJanuary is for Rosie God bless RosieAnd February is for TimWe all know about himMarch is for my mama still winin' and dinin'And April is for my my my my popMay give to Jonas someJune is for the bassMine's July July July July JulyAll the parents of the children of DecemberHave a clutch When you're born in christmasOr the day after new year'sThey can sing out your birthday but but but but but but butMake a little noiseMake a little soundOh when you're born in DecemberAnd no one remembersWell the 90s have endedSo what do you call this decade?
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