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We've been moving too fast and we should slow down
Come and sit by the fire, stop rushing around
'Cause this time of year, it's meant for two
So
everywhere, though it's hard to get there.

3 Days to a holiday and those sunny skies of blue.
By the time that it leaves our shed,
our bus will be bright
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.

The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
It is a cold winter,
Away is the songbird.
And gone is her traveller,
She waits at home.

The sun is on holiday,
No leaves on the trees.
It is a cold winter, away is the songbird
And gone is her traveler, she waits at home
The sun is on holiday, no leaves on the trees
The animals
under the mistletoe
Another year gone by, just one more that I, I couldn't make it home
And I know that they say, "Have a Happy Holiday"
And every
the red bow
You know we gettin' dollas like pref low
Holiday season so we sippin' on the XO

The music's tight, the block is stuffed
We're here tonight
It's mid-day and you're still sleeping 
Like you always do 
By midnight you start creeping
It's the same old you 

You bleed me high and dry
He made his way to the border
In the shadow under the trees
Down by a stream in a hollow
Turn your head feel the breeze

And the red Queen was
Rainbow eyes, red yellow blue
Rainbow eyes, I see you
Splashing color everywhere that you go
Fireworks explode when you cross the room
The air I
"...invaded by hordes of scummy, race-mixing traitors and Red-led
Marxist
mongrels demanding human rights for subhumans.  Yes, once again,
we see
Did you ever hear the story of Aimee McPherson?
Aimee McPherson, that wonderful person,
She weight a hundred eighty and her hair was red
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He met her up in Delaware in 1937
She was wearing red lipstick to match her pretty dress
December 24th at a quarter till eleven is when he finally
woe and hate. the ghost of a carcass, chipped away its morsels RED + WET losing warmth RED + WET cleaved, hacked from my back RED + WET yielded from me
Call me computer illiterate
Red neck dot com on the internet
I don't need it if I can't find it in my head

Just give me my pickup and a dip
Everbody say
We are on a holiday

Now throw your hands to the sky
turn up the music just ride
we representin right
we are on a holiday

we are
She sits by the window, stares into the night 
Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside 
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for
Gras
The music on my tongue, when I sing fa la la

You'll be my flower child in the month of May
My sunny summer love on my holiday
You'll be my autumn
So tell me, have I lost it all?
Have I lost the pain?
Punch through a red brick wall.
I don't feel a thing.

But to you, it's all the same.
Just like
as

The rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It
tongue when I sing fa la la

You'll be my flower child, in the month of May
My sunny summer lover on my holiday
You'll be my autumn leaves, my
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[ VERSE 1 ]
Every year I hear "Happy holiday"
What's my religion? I do what the dollar say
That's why I celebrate Christmas
Cause this overweighed
landing
Missing but he's still standing, barely

English sunset, sun in your eyes
Dusk sweeps over us tonight
Rainy Brixton holidays
Red brick parks