Well sit right down my wicked son
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And let me tell you a story
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About the boy who fell from glory
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And how he was a wicked son
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This ain't no holiday
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But it always turns out this way
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Here I am with my hand
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He took his sister from his head
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And then painted her on the sheets
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And then rolled her up in grass and trees
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And they kissed 'till they were dead
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This ain't no holiday
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But it always turns out this way
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Here I am, with my hand
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Well sit right down my evil son
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And let me tell you a story
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About the boy who fell from glory
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And how he was a wicked son
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This ain't no holiday
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But it always turns out this way
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Here I am, with my hand
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This ain't no holiday
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But it always turns out this way
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Here I am, with my hand
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The Holiday Song
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Pixies |