| It’s getting way too cold outside
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| And I’m getting tired of the fight inside
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But words could never hurt me
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| Unless you leave me and desert me
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| Not like dessert that is sweet but a desert that is lonely
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| Except for a cactus and a pack of coyotes
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| As we howl into the night
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| Let’s make a campfire with our friends
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| And sing about the better days
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| I can bring guitars, you can roll on up
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| And sing songs that we used to play
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| Sticks and stones may break my bones
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| But words could never hurt me
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| Unless you leave me and desert me
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| Not like dessert that is sweet but a desert that is lonely
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| Except for a cactus and a pack of coyotes
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| As we howl into the night
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| Howl into the night singing
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| La la lucha por dentro es hermosa
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| La la lunch por dentro es hermosa
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| Jesus hey Zeus Jesus
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| Jesus hey Zeus Jesus
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| Let’s raise a cup to a good, good year
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| And some good, good friends who are not here
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| As we howl into the night
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| Howl into the night singing
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| La la lucha por dentro es hermosa
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| La la lunch por dentro es hermosa
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| Jesus hey Zeus Jesus
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| Jesus hey Zeus Jesus |