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Boxing Day
01:37
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Maybe today will be a different day
The lives we lead were meant to be this way
And I feel confined too
But I do it for you
I do I do I do
The Shattered dreams don't make much sense
And stars and poems, full of pretense
They laugh while you just wonder why
Just watching silent films still makes you cry
And no one can blame you for that, I hope you do realize
This year in Boxing Day was just like any other day
And if I do follow you somewhere new would you know it's true?
It's not too late to try
The Sunday morning shines right through
A million different points of view
And none of them agrees with you
And none of them agrees with you
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The Golden Pig
03:14
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I'm looking through twilight eyes
I know what I feel inside
But I can't say why I can't see your lies tonight
Curmudgeon of poverty
Devoting of tendencies
All the closing tiles
We're correcting ties to try
Possibilities are infinitely blind
Find me to call you, realize
Done past rivalry we're incomplete but right
No, you don't call me tonight
I'm looking through twilight eyes
I know what I feel inside
But I can't say why I can't see your lies tonight
Curmudgeon of poverty
Devoting of tendencies
All the closing tiles
We're correcting ties to try
Intrigued by your ways to be
Obsessed with the orderly
Can't you see what you do to me is right?
We're champions of novelty
Correcting the things you believe
We're the bastard cries who've been served in golden
Piles.
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