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I'm a man who fell in love with a house and a couch |
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A whole lonely kingdom a mouse could carve out |
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The smell of dried wood, lost love-letters left out |
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The space heaters believers got their reaoners down |
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Sit silent and smile and take in this evening |
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Cinnamon dreaming, lazy breathing, the anachronist grieving |
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Well the kitchen's a stone's throw, think the toilet is leaking |
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Pump the place full of gasoline but damn it I ain't leaving |
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Well Christmas said goodbye |
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Christmas never came |
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Christmas showed up in July and now that bastard's here to stay |
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And I don't really mind if no gifts come my way |
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As long as you lock the doors and draw the shades |
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And always let me stay |
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I'm a man who fell in love with some stones and a one-legged bird |
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And cat that don't like me stepping on cracks and curbs |
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The spiral staircase is laughing as I just slip like a jerk |
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I'm sorry if I get too tipsy from toasting your worth |
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You don't ever have to wake me it's all just the same |
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I sleep like a hooker with a bullet in her brain |
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Bury me down in the tomb of blankets and some old sheets |
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If Christmas is here to stay well then you'll never get me to leave |
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And Christmas said goodbye |
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And Christmas never came |
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Christmas showed up in July and now that bastard's here to stay |
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And I don't really mind if no gifts come my way |
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As long as you lock the doors and draw the shades |
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And always let me stay |
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Always let me stay |
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Me stay |
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Let me stay |
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All right |
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Everybody now |
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Christmas said goodbye |
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(Goodbye) |
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Christmas never came |
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(Never came) |
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Christmas showed up in July |
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(In July) |
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And now that bastard's here to stay |
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(Again) |
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And I don't really mind |
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(Don't mind) |
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If no gifts come my way |
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(No gifts) |
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As long as you lock the doors and draw the shades |
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And always let me stay |