| Following a signal I received in France
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| Watching all the traffic going by Your hair is done in sequins
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| You wear leather pants
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| Soldiers at the crossroads wave goodbye
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| And it’s already over in October
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| Already Christmas every year
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| It’s always good to sing when you are sober
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| It’s always good to wipe away a tear
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| Sometimes I think we’ll all go up in smoke
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| Owing that the passage is not clear
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| There is a man who probably will choke
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| On the words that sound so violently sincere
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| And it’s already over in October
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| Already Christmas every year
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| It’s always good to sing when you are sober
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| Always good to wipe away the tears
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| There was a woman who wore my ring upon her hand
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| Warning me to judge the way I feel
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| Right on the surface of everything I’d planned
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| She cut too deep to ever really heal
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| And it’s already over in October
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| Already Christmas every year
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| And it’s always good to sing when you are sober
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| It’s always good to wipe away the tears
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| If I see you, I’ll nod to some passing face of God
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| Who never really answered me at prayer
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| The Savior is quite odd, he prefers the prod
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| His kingdom is made out of thin air
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| And it’s already over in October
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| Already Christmas every year
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| It’s always good to sing when you are sober
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| It’s always good to wipe away the tears |