| Staring down the barrel of another holiday
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| Force-fed a christmas carol of another time, another place, another way
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| What child is this who, who laid to rest
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| On mary’s lap is sleeping
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| Well, what child is this who, who feels so blessed
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| Yet cannot keep from weeping
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| I should be tending to the horses who intend to cart my joy
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| From now into forever, I’m just a lowly unstable boy
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| I’m a failure on a journey, but my strength is gathering
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| And it’s only fair that I make it there, yeah, I’m on my way to mattering
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| But all the way, on the way, I couldn’t contain my fear
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| My lips only look rosy cuz my skin looks so white in here
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| Shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won’t twist off
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| Aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough
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| Ask me how I’m feeling and I’ll say I’m okay
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| Though my mind is reeling, can’t think of anything better to say
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| Is that what you get for running a yellow light—
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| Piss full of regret and a fix that doesn’t last
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| I’m a super-cali-fragile piece of fucked up à-la I need a spoonful of something
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| fast
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| I should be tending to the horses who intend to cart my joy
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| From now into forever, I’m just a lowly unstable boy
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| I’m a failure on a journey, but my strength is gathering
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| And it’s only fair that I make it there, yeah, I’m on my way to mattering
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| But all the way, on the way, I couldn’t contain my fear
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| My lips only look rosy cuz my skin looks so white in here
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| Shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won’t twist off
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| Aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough
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| Stupid fucking world of mine
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| You keep moving the fucking finish line
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| You trick me over here, you hide it over there
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| You start another game when you see me starting to care, well
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| I don’t expect you to hear me say
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| I’m gonna chew my way out of your lab rat cage someday
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| But all the way, on the way, I couldn’t contain my fear
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| My lips only look rosy cuz my skin looks so white in here
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| Shred up my fingers on this bottle cap that won’t twist off
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| Aching for the syrup that could cure me of this hacking cough |