Lyrics:
Our histories, they hold no apologies
And how we suffer what we can't, what we won't let go
You sad little man, you scared little girl
You're passing
I need living or a lightning
For no land
I would let you down
All that you were
Now is fading
Your bed's a rose
For a while
Beg for you
You little
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
But I like it, I love it, I want some more of it
I try so hard, I can't rise above it
Don't know what it is 'bout that little gal's lovin'
But I like
forever, when she feels it.
The pain she couldn't avoid
If only she could breathe.
Let the little child run away.
Let the little child fly away.
I wish
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
a little longer
Move a little closer
Stay until you forget to leave
Don't think my heart could take it
Every time you go and break it
The thought
Look at little billy sitting in his cell
He's pissing in his pants what an ugly smell
He gave him all his money but he won't come back
So billy
is
I got the balls so believe in me
I've got something for you little boy
You just wanted me dead little boy
I've been drinking soda for a month
Just
by, oh why?
Girl, the night's just begun
We can have a little fun if you
Stay, stay baby, just a little bit longer
I'll be the DJ if you let the music
Listen for me on the radio
I?ll be singing your name
Singing sweet and low
Listen for me on the radio
Too little too late for you to know
On the way
know of the night sky
The way I have for all of time
It sings to me a lullaby
The day can't bring, even though it tries
It hurts a little, it cuts
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
To be a little stronger
to stay sober longer
not to let you down
must these demons haunt me
and lay their wicked burdens on me
lord won't you show me
We slip and fall,
I've got to show how far I have gone
Those little things that wash away
Those little things that leave a stain
Hike it up, it's
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
Dream a little dream of me
Say
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me
Say
Hear me, why you keep fooling
Little coquette, making fun of the one who loves you
Breaking hearts you are ruling
Little coquette, true hearts
everything I've got
For a little peace of mind.
I'm so tired, I'm feeling so upset
Although I'm so tired, I'll have another cigarette
And curse Sir
watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is comin' to town
With little tin horns and little toy drums
Rooty
In every little thing you do
In all the words that you don't say
You've shown me how to give my heart away
For wanting nothing in return
You're
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