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I wore my santa hat to work today That I bought off a mannequin's head On my walk home the day before The girls who sold it to me didn't seem To know how much it cost They didn't seem to care very much So I just Named a price like I assume the first Man named the birds Man: (pointing) birds. Me: (pointing) ten dollars. It was probably too much money for a hat That some kid stitched in some oppressive warehouse And where he is it's probably not even cold outside Because it might be Summer But he still has to stitch stupid santa hats So I guess even though he'll never see any of the money I overpaid for the sake of that miserable kid While wearing the hat at work My face seemed to hang from it As if I was suspended beneath the hat Like I was an ornament I'm not used to working near the holidays And I'm not used to being in LA for them either And I'm not used to being alone I never had a Christmas with you It might've been too much for my heart to handle Sometimes love scares you because you're worried You might pop Like an overripe balloon Or a zit I'm gonna go and see if George Bailey can make me feel like it's Christmas in two days
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Just About That Time Of Year
I wore my santa hat to work today That I bought off a mannequin's head On my walk home the day before The girls who sold it to me didn't seem To know how much it cost They didn't seem to care very much So I just Named a price like I assume the first Man named the birds Man: (pointing) birds. Me: (pointing) ten dollars. It was probably too much money for a hat That some kid stitched in some oppressive warehouse And where he is it's probably not even cold outside Because it might be Summer But he still has to stitch stupid santa hats So I guess even though he'll never see any of the money I overpaid for the sake of that miserable kid While wearing the hat at work My face seemed to hang from it As if I was suspended beneath the hat Like I was an ornament I'm not used to working near the holidays And I'm not used to being in LA for them either And I'm not used to being alone I never had a Christmas with you It might've been too much for my heart to handle Sometimes love scares you because you're worried You might pop Like an overripe balloon Or a zit I'm gonna go and see if George Bailey can make me feel like it's Christmas in two days
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
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