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Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, the songs are like a clogged bell streaming depressive used sounds Hymns of abused commercialisation As an excuse of mixed celebrations Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, you remain dead for long time ago when my heart changed into stone and my dance a faded fortification in opened doors of the unreached Christmas, Christmas,Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, a season where enemies embrace with a tint of lost meshed generosity That flavoured distasteful laughter Coated with silvery decorations Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg, a shaw of the dying tower blocks Overlooking hunger and troubled war that height of starry driven nights Casting shadows to the chilled earth Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg, The trees are felled to make cards with anthems of a failed system the tide of the recycled messages of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
Urgggh Christmas! (The Scrooge Version)
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, the songs are like a clogged bell streaming depressive used sounds Hymns of abused commercialisation As an excuse of mixed celebrations Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, you remain dead for long time ago when my heart changed into stone and my dance a faded fortification in opened doors of the unreached Christmas, Christmas,Christmas Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg, a season where enemies embrace with a tint of lost meshed generosity That flavoured distasteful laughter Coated with silvery decorations Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg, a shaw of the dying tower blocks Overlooking hunger and troubled war that height of starry driven nights Casting shadows to the chilled earth Christmas, Christmas, Christmas Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg, The trees are felled to make cards with anthems of a failed system the tide of the recycled messages of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh
For those who question the commercialisation and falsity of Christmas. Thankful for the time off....
SassyJ
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Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
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