Happy Holiday
Cry, it's alright, make peace, I'll wash your hair and clean your face.
And I, about last night, apologise, I find it hard to keep my face.
And there's no one to tell me no,
Don't you go just yet you didn't hear half the things I said,
And if you have a happy holiday, I think I'll kill you,
And the old bad habits, they die, so please don't go just yet you didn't hear half the things I said.
Your keys, photo of me, a good book, a few clothes and my second-hand tv,
(The nightsky, the moonlight, the sentimental quite right),
Choice, it's your voice, it's you.
(There's nothing worse than the emotions of somebody you cease to love and that could be me so please bear with me).
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You know the time of year but not the date,
We know she's coming here, we think that's great,
But if she tries to cover her eyes to, honey, hide what lies in her eyes,
You better feed him, water and please him,
So don't you go just yet you didn't hear half the things I said
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