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[Dec. 7th, 2033|01:38 pm]
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Wake up, it's Christmas mourn
Those loved have long since gone
The stockings are hung but who cares
Preserved for those no longer there
Six feet beneath me sleep
Black lights hang from the tree
Accents of dead holly
Whoa mistletoe
It's growing cold
I'm seeing ghosts
I'm drinking old
Red water
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From:[info]khosmos
Date:December 18th, 2018 - 01:38 pm

Speaking as a long-time listener

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By posting the lyrics, you are ruining the song. Let me explain - the doomy manner each word is passionately revealed makes it difficult to discern, what is being said. That's the whole thing about this song. You get to like it, and THEN you slowly comprehend the lyrics, not vice versa. It's the atmosphere, not the sentence.
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From:[info]psihs
Date:December 20th, 2018 - 05:11 pm

IT'S NOT HUMAN INNTELLIGENNCE!!!!

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From:[info]psihs
Date:December 20th, 2018 - 05:21 pm
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they got humanoids crossed with fish and stuff!!!
From:[info]khosmos
Date:December 20th, 2018 - 06:00 pm
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