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Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung but who carespreserved for those no longer theresix feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the treeaccents of dead holly
Whoa mistletoe(
It's growing cold)I'm seeing ghosts(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away
My tables been set for but sevenjust last year i dined with elevengoddamn ye merry gentlemen
Whoa mistletoe(
It's growing cold)I'm seeing ghosts(I'm drinking old)
Red water
Red water
Red water chase them away.
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