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Well, you kept your word, but you lost every part of me
Yeah, you kept your cool ’cause you couldn’t stand the heat
You took it to the pinkest limit
You proved your point but didn’t finish

Slurpy, slurpy, sleep, sleep
Slurpy, slurpy, sleep, sleep
Slurpy, slurpy, sleep, sleep
Slurpy, slurpy, sleep, sleep

You think if you call someone
The devil’s gonna leave
You think if you write a song
And someone else believes

We’re drinking from the witch’s cup
Like no one in the world before
I know we all die
I just hope that there’s one exception

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And (the) days of auld lang syne?

Let me say that I tried like hell
Tried not to drive you home
You know I lied, lied to myself
That I could keep my self-control

The bitter taste, I hold my tongue
Too many holes, the damage done
It’s bittersweet, black on gold
Talk is cheap, or so I’m told

Frosty the Snowman
Was a happy, jolly soul
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal

God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
For Christ, our royal Saviour
Was born on Christmas day

Have a happy holiday
Have a happy holiday
Santa’s on his way
Have a happy holiday

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Right down Santa Claus Lane.
Vixen, Blitzen, and all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins.

I’m dreaming of a white Christmas,
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where those tree-tops glisten,
And children listen

Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun

Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!

O’ christmas tree
O’ christmas tree
With faithful reason changing
O’ christmas tree

I was running wild
I thought I lost you child
I never held you tight
When you fell asleep at night

We’re all actors
I play you, you play me
In this scene of wannabes and abusers
‘Cause when the black hits

Out of all the reindeer you know you’re the mastermind
Run, run Rudolph, Randalph’s way too far behind
Run, run Rudolph, Santa’s got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry, tell him he can take the freeway down

Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling on the ground
Well, it’s Christmas time pretty baby
And the snow is falling down

Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
Holy Infant so tender and mild

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there’s a feeling
Of Christmas

Bet you didn’t think this was part of the plan
An empty parking lot at 2 AM
Leaning on my bumper, not a single soul in sight
Yeah

Sleigh bells ring, are you listening,
In the lane, snow is glistening
A beautiful sight, We’re happy tonight.
Walking in a winter wonderland.

She’s high like a satellite
I’m waiting on the other side
Destroyed like your appetite
Can’t believe you’re leaving

Well I see you walking down a dead-end street
Like a black cat following a limousine
A brand new problem every time we meet
But the same old reason that the grass ain’t green

I stopped talking when I was six years old
I didn’t want anything more to do with the outside world
I was happy being quiet
But of course they wouldn’t leave me alone

It’s my primary instinct to protect the child
Girl singing in the wreckage
My dress is torn, my hair is wild
Girl singing in the wreckage

Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We’ve know eachother since were nine or ten
Together we’ve climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC’s

Concorde flies in my room
Tears the house to shreds
Defines the night as such
A home for us, stick insects

Okay, well I just woke up
And you already don’t care
That I tried my best to hold you
Through the headset that you wear

And though England is mine
I must leave it all behind
The war is over
Lift the anchor, set an open course

Concorde, this organ
The new one I’m formin’
It’s grown so persistent on you by the morning
I fell to my feet

You walk up on the raised edge
Your hands are out for balance
You slip and you almost grab mine, but you find your feet
And I never wanted so much someone to fall

Ignore the hole I’ve dug again
It’s only for the evening
I never wanted you to see that much
Of the bodies down there beneath me

Yes I’ll you down
Yes I’ll let
Yes I’ll you down
Yes I’ll let

We must let the clamp do what the clamp does best
I know you’re coming home Henry
Just tell me when
We must let the clamp do what the clamp does best

You’re scared of a world where you’re needed
So, you never made nice with the locals
But you tied me up slow with your vine stuff
It takes a few years, but they break bones

This passage of time
For I have always been
Through shadows of doubt
Again and again

Cruising with Amapola
Coming through my Rolls’ radio
Down Main Street, through Melrose
And down to the boardwalk

My time is my maker
Where I spread my disease
Where I’m lost from belief
Where I can be free

Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around
Give me one reason to stay here
And I’ll turn right back around

И я вижу, вижу как ты плачешь по ночам
Я всё слышу, сердцу не прикажешь замолчать
Обернись же, больше ты не сможешь убегать
Но я вижу, вижу как ты хочешь мне сказать

I know You wanna light up the sky
I’ve seen the growing divide
I’ve seen the end of the rope
I’ve seen the rain come

My back’s against the wall
As you float through the room with all
The things you brought
To make you feel at home

She likes the moon
She likes the night
She likes the blood on her hands
She dances naked

Разрушаю стены Кремлехона
Под моим крылом течёт моя икона
У меня нет ничего святого
Принесите в жертву дядю «Бога»

I ain’t that cool, a little fucked in the head
They’ll be hangin’ me quick when I’m back from the dead
Get the rope, get the rope
Get the rope, get the rope

I promise you I will tell nothing but lies
Hard work work no thanks! That’s your job
I will prove that my intentions are the worst
I don´t care about you, or them, this country is just my ATM

Stereotype, another night shift, another day’s gone
And all these deadlines, suck the life out, grab the lifeline
Too much work, too much food, too much noise, too much stress and less and less vivacity
Too many cars, too many cards, too many loans, too many people and everything that is

Exist and strive only for the one thing, yeah
Bad infection another money zombie, yeah
To the left to the right, I see dollars in their eyes
To the left to the right, dollar dollar signs in their eyes