| Both our families after gathering
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| We’re cutting a baby out
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| With my grandmother’s heirloom antler-handled carving knife
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| They were under her grand chandelier
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| Where we all, together, have shared holiday dinner
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| But it was your father that was holding the knife
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| Yeah, I begged you not to make me tell ya
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| Yeah, I pleaded with you to, to leave it alone
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| I told ya
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| I told you that you didn’t want to know
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| What went on in my horrible dream
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| I was peering in through the picture window
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| It was a heart-warming tableau
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| Like a Norman Rockwell painting
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| Until I zoomed in
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| I was making noises in my sleep
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| But you wouldn’t believe me when I told ya
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| That I wasn’t with someone in my dream
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| Catfish were wriggling in blood and gore in the kitchen sink
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| Yeah, I told ya
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| I told ya
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| I told you
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| Now sweetie, please promise me
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| That you won’t sing
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| This sad song, grim augury |