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My Old Santa Claus

[Verse 1]
Babe, I woke up and I, watched the snow fall from my sky
Babe, I woke up and I, felt a tear slip from my eye
Babe, I woke up and I, wished for just another night
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
 
[Verse 2]
Babe, I can hardly breathe without you right next to me
Babe, I can hardly breathe, who'll carry my christmas tree?
Babe, I can hardly breathe, wish I hadn't let you leave
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, it's so chilly without you near me
My everyday Santa Claus
So baby come quickly
You're starting to leave me
I need my old Santa Claus
 
[Chorus]
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
 
[Verse 3]
Babe, I woke up solo, wished i hadn't let you go
Babe, I woke up solo, saw your footsteps in the snow
Babe, I woke up solo, loved you so, I loved you so
No-no-no-no-no
No-no-no-no-no
 
[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, it's so chilly without you near me
My everyday Santa Claus
So baby come quickly
You're starting to leave me
I need my old Santa Claus
 
[Chorus]
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
 
[Chorus]
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
Well, if this is what the season is bringing, then
I got to shoot through
I got to shoot through
'Cause if Christmas is so green and so red, then
Why am I so blue?
Why am I so blue?
 

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He has to feed his wife
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Hexed Melting Flesh

That night was weird
restless and bright
for the moon kept shining this awkward sick light
 
The winds came forth as if it sounded like a little child
No hundreds!
Weeping as if they realise it's time to die
 
Raindrops keep falling and falling like tears
Like the infant's sorrow, as if it's raining from their fears
Then what happened no one could tell, but mark my words
it's a pretty sick trick from hell
 
Goodnight..
Sleep tight..
My mistress in white..
Sweet dreams of death and moonlight
 

What's Wrong

2 years gone
Came back as some bones and so cynical
This skin don't feel like home
It's all overgrown but you'll never know
Take the mirror from the wall so I can't see myself at all
Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull
Forget the poems of saints and ghosts
I'm the one I fear the most
Little did I know that I was only crying wolf
 
I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
 
Push and pull
Oh it's all getting old
No I didn't want this throne
Only fools make feasts of gold
They rot the fruit on tables
When did I get so pitiful
Just a goddamn corpse in a centerfold
You got my back against the wall
And now I can't ever get comfortable
No I never sold my soul
If I ever do throw my bones to the wolves
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my
 
I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
 
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my soul
No I never sold my
 
I know it's so wrong but I'm so far gone
Don't need you to tell me I'm so cynical
Quit being so over-skeptical
Don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
I don't need a metaphor for you to know I'm miserable
 

Das Spiegelbild

Schaust du mich an aus dem Kristall,
Mit deiner Augen Nebelball,
Kometen gleich die im Verbleichen;
Mit Zügen, worin wunderlich
Zwei Seelen wie Spione sich
Umschleichen, ja, dann flüstre ich:
Phantom, du bist nicht meinesgleichen!

Bist nur entschlüpft der Träume Hut,
Zu eisen mir das warme Blut,
Die dunkle Locke mir zu blassen;
Und dennoch, dämmerndes Gesicht,
Drin seltsam spielt ein Doppellicht,
Trätest du vor, ich weiß es nicht,
Würd' ich dich lieben oder hassen?

Zu deiner Stirne Herrscherthron,
Wo die Gedanken leisten Fron
Wie Knechte, würd' ich schüchtern blicken;
Doch von des Auges kaltem Glast,
Voll toten Lichts, gebrochen fast,
Gespenstig, würd' ein scheuer Gast,
Weit, weit ich meinen Schemel rücken.

Und was den Mund umspielt so lind,
So weich und hülflos wie ein Kind,
Das möcht' in treue Hut ich bergen;
Und wieder, wenn er höhnend spielt,
Wie von gespanntem Bogen zielt,
Wenn leis' es durch die Züge wühlt,
Dann möcht' ich fliehen wie vor Schergen.

Es ist gewiß, du bist nicht ich,
Ein fremdes Dasein, dem ich mich
Wie Moses nahe, unbeschuhet,
Voll Kräfte die mir nicht bewusst,
Voll fremden Leides, fremder Lust;
Gnade mir Gott, wenn in der Brust
Mit schlummernd deine Seele ruhet!

Und dennoch fühl' ich, wie verwandt,
Zu deinen Schauern mich gebannt,
Und Liebe muß der Furcht sich einen.
Ja, trätest aus Kristalles rund,
Phantom, du lebend auf den Grund,
Nur leise zittern würd' ich, und
Mich dünkt - ich würde um dich weinen!