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100 Shopping Days 'Til Christmas
作詞：Matthew Hart
I was lying in bed with her thinking about you
With fingers crossed but I really doubt you
Were thinking of us when we were lovers
But I dug deep that's when I discovered
We sparked up quick and extinguished soon
I promised you the moon
Start up in May, end in June
I promised you the moon
Float up like helium balloons
I promised you the moon
White whales and silver harpoons
I promised you the moon
You're like that baby they found walled up
A twisted grill and fists all balled up
100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list
I can't divide time by divided lines
On highways and
I can't divide time by just getting high
On Fridays
You can't divide days and just wait
While I change my ways
You can't divide years by your tears
And turning sideways
I'm the type to call but never send gifts
An endless sentimental spendthrift
100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list
I'm away so much and I'm sorry
I feel so alone
Stomping Tom without the stories
And I'm missing home
Light shows, tight bros and no sleeping
I could use some rest
But folly's melancholy
And that state is the best
I was lying in bed with you thinking about her
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And trying to sleep off god awful powders
And pills and swills and anything offered
With empty souls and more empty coffers
Does anyone know what the fuck we're chasing?
What we remember's what we're erasing
Eighteen pages, rants and rages and
Happy songs for sad teenagers
A ghostly Halloween's what we're facing
I'm October nights
Four track cassettes, cigarettes entranced
By blinking lights
Kip Kinkel, torn and ripped wrinkles
Somewhere in between
Bull's slain, the crowd still remains
What a gory scene
These songs, I hope that they find you
And fall on deaf ears
Don't be sure, don't be so shy
Why are you a'feared?
Buck up, it's tough luck for us
We're on our own now
Fall's calling, leaves are falling
Start the countdown
I'm in some weird bar
Drinking weird drinks
My clothes are rank
And even my beard stinks
100 shopping days 'til Christmas
And you're the one thing on my wish list
We sparked up quick and extinguished soon
I promised you the moon
Start up in May, end in June
I promised you the moon
Float up like helium balloons
I promised you the moon
White whales and silver harpoons
I promised you the moon
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