I'm gonna cut my eyes out tonight
And give them to you on Christmas day
I don't need to see anything anymore
It's far to bright anyway
My stomach is killing me now
All I want to do is sleep
Seems so hard to get out of bed anymore
Especially when you're stronger in dreams
Nothing's beautiful anymore
Once was is now tarnished
Candy coated black holes pawned by salesmen
And I am embarrassed to be one of them
Being eloquent is such a chore
Seems clothes are more important than words
Haven't left this spot for nearly two weeks
The grass has grown over my feet
What a great present
I could drink myself to an early grave
I think that I could do it by
Christmas time
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Currier - How About Another Rum and Coke? (Merry X-Mas) Lyrics
Currier - How About Another Rum and Coke? (Merry X-Mas) Lyrics
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I'm gonna cut my eyes out tonight
And give them to you on Christmas day
I don't need to see anything anymore
It's far to bright anyway
My stomach is killing me now
All I want to do is sleep
Seems so hard to get out of bed anymore
Especially when you're stronger in dreams
Nothing's beautiful anymore
Once was is now tarnished
Candy coated black holes pawned by salesmen
And I am embarrassed to be one of them
Being eloquent is such a chore
Seems clothes are more important than words
Haven't left this spot for nearly two weeks
The grass has grown over my feet
What a great present
I could drink myself to an early grave
I think that I could do it by
Christmas time
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
And give them to you on Christmas day
I don't need to see anything anymore
It's far to bright anyway
My stomach is killing me now
All I want to do is sleep
Seems so hard to get out of bed anymore
Especially when you're stronger in dreams
Nothing's beautiful anymore
Once was is now tarnished
Candy coated black holes pawned by salesmen
And I am embarrassed to be one of them
Being eloquent is such a chore
Seems clothes are more important than words
Haven't left this spot for nearly two weeks
The grass has grown over my feet
What a great present
I could drink myself to an early grave
I think that I could do it by
Christmas time
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Writer: Rhys Miller
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