Lyrics:
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney
Because of never know the precious little lamb
Leaves it's greener pasture for the silent butcher's hand
Because it must be love and hate
Roam
of radiation from you
It seems a little dangerous
And the cursive lines tattooed on your body
Like you're screaming from the inside
Your hair hanging off
by your eyes
There's always been a storm brewing inside
It doesn't take a psychic to know
There's never been smooth water below
But I can't be the eye
a little sunshine
And I'll put this cloud behind me
That's how the man designed me
To ride the wind and dance in a hurricane
I'm no stranger to the rain
'Twas the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
She's like a little bird
She flies from a to b
To see what she can see
She's far away from me
We danced down the mall
We danced by the sea
right
Baby
These emotions I can no longer hide
And Heaven's no longer by your side
And I can’t keep living these pretty little lies
No I can’t keep living
Quakes, hurricanes, and tornadoes
Warning times to man's designs
Under that concrete y'all call the street
Is the heart of land, you can hear the beat
3 Little Birds yeah
All on my surface
I think she nervous
She like insertion
She stuck in person
I hate inertia
And now I'm learnin
And I did that
miss you wild
And all the things I'd give to see you even for a little while
Cause I can't calm, it keeps raging on, you're the song inside my heart
a little sunshine
I'll put this cloud behind me
That's how the man designed me
Ride the wind and dance in a hurricane
I'm no stranger to the rain
Oh,
Steel-driver, you sure was a hammer-swinger."
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
found you
Dirty little whirlwind
I am pinned by the heat of your swirl
Dirty little whirlwind
Defender, destroyer
I found you
Dirty little
me I think I'm coming down
By the water, by the water
Pretty eyes, pretty face
What you running from?
Little lies, steady pace
What's the outcome?
Goldy locks got a taste of hootchie coo
She approached it
Mama would never approve it
I think at some point she lost it
Dorothy Camren's
Dorothy lies
his back, some of 'em say, "Mornin', steel driver
You sure was a hammer swinger"
Then they go on by, pickin' up a little speed
Clickity clack, clickity
Steel-driver, you sure was a hammer-swinger."
Then they go on by pickin' up a little bit of speed.
Clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack clickity clack
Go, oh oh oh oh oh go-go, oh oh oh oh oh
Shake off the frost inside my soul
The icy fingers trying not to let me go
A sea lies underneath my ribs
car
But it's so when and where a bird flies and sings so free
And there's whole lotta winds in this little house at 4-0-33
The four thousandth block
This a a little tale about a hotel in the Caribbean.
Well it wasn't really a hotel, it was a patio
bar with funky rooms and an outdoor disco
with
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