December's traditions suck the last of summer from our cheeks
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Draws the curtains, strips the trees
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In so-called living rooms, Scottish pastimes come to roost
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Love's labor's stain a linen sheet
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The ghostly body who makes his bed beside you
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Is slowly losing teeth
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The boy needs sunlight and the shock of modesty
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He needs to get some sleep
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It's not the answer that's taken plaster of shattered bone
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What do you need, what do you need from me
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It's not the answer to the cancer like the cold
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What do you need, what do you need from me?
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After months of grieving, fuck the grief I'm leaving
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Will you leave with me?
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The blood loss, the towering cost
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Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue
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The lick brings warm the talent taste
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I can't correct myself, convince you
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That there's no one else in volume, good news
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If you want a safe, you don't want me
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It's not the answer that's taken plaster of shattered bone
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What do you need, what do you need from me?
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It's not the answer to the cancer like the cold
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What do you need, what do you need from me?
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It's not the answer, I'm just begging to be told
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What do you need, what do you need from me
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If I had the answer, write a book of what I know
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What do you need, what do you need from me?
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December's Traditions
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| Frightened Rabbit |
