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The gondoliers go by
But when I try to weep
I find my tears are dry

How sad Venice can be
When mist is in your eyes
And you can hardly see
As visions fill
go by
But when I try to weep
I find my tears are dry

How sad Venice can be
When mist is in your eyes
And you can hardly see
As visions fill the skies
After the wash
Before the fire
I will decay
Melt in your arms
As the day hits the night
We will sit by candlelight
We will laugh
We will sing
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way

She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
kneel by her and pray
And I'll turn off the light
Step out in the night
And I'll go on my way

She's got to be a saint
Lord know that I ain't
I
the sick
Oh Father, no one could ever forget
Oh Father, the night your eyes went black
In the Church of Saint Anne
Oh Father, God left you for dead
It
the maple tree
The leaves turned red when you killed me
Startled by the saint's river
I won't reduce the complications to the warmer nights
When I did not
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know by my city
Lick up
and me in a fantasy, off in Venice, oh so sexually
He don't love you like I do

Aye, aye listen here, little nigga
I know what you doing with my woman
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
All the stockings were hung by the chimney
Sinners and saints living under the same sun
Holding the key to the world in their hands
Our time on earth's drawing nearer the end
In the night
Once a good, young King came by, early in the morning
Hope soared, nearly to the sky, early in the morning
Yet that first hope nearly died with so
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page, and stand by me,
If thou knowst it, telling
Yonder
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page and stand by me
If thou knows it telling
Yonder peasant, who
night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gathering winter fuel

Hither, page and stand by me
If thou knows it telling
Yonder
low, Saint Cadillac
Tearin' down the alley
And I'm reachin' so high for ya
Don't let 'em take me back
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain
night,
Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
Gathering winter fuel.

Hither, page, and stand by me.
If thou know it telling:
night, though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering winter fuel. 

Hither page and stand by me if thou know'st it telling
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight
Gath'ring winter fuel

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder
to heaven 
Now the tale is told 
By the old man back home
He reads the letter 
How they are paid in gold 
Just to babble in the back room 
All night
low, Saint Cadillac
Tearin' down the alley
And I'm reachin' so high for ya
Don't let 'em take me back
Broken like valiums and chumps in the rain