Here comes winter trial
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Wishing I could remember being a child
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On my knees again
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Begging for Jesus or maybe an okay friend
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I have been betrayed
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By an anger that broke me, broke me
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Here's to what I could've done
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Another year passes, I still feel on the run
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Pull the winter inside me
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I draw a picture
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But it's not the way you planned, ever
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Round cold Christmas time, I never feel quite real
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My family fucks me up, some wounds don't ever seem to heal
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I get drunk to forget their faces, but part of me misses a home
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His holy infancy won't fill the hole
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Round yon virgin tenderness be kind
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The faithless, they need you more than you realize
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It seems like around Christmas time we're all hanging by thin strings
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I try to dry my eyes but the rain just seems to cling
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Sleep and hope for January
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Tyco Racing Set And A Christmas Story Fifteen Times
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Kind Of Like Spitting |