Santa is coming
She's looking alright
She knows how to turn on
When I first saw her face
She really took my
When success is on your mind
But true direction is missing
You
I joined the shuffle down the long sad line
Brain cells
I once had a reason
I once had a water tight
I come around in the morning, I come around at
If I don't come home before midnight
And I call out
Give you my work and you can take it
I'm as
I woke up this mornin' and none of the news
Chaos is creeping through your pretty pictures
Here in this land
Was a long way down
Nobody shines like you
When you held
Well you caught her looking at you
It was just the
She smokes in the kitchen
She strangles the wine
The neighbours come
He came out of nowhere a God-fearing man
who dreamed of
Here you are on the brink
In a moment of doubt
Closing
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