Sure looked good on paper, once upon a lie.
Happily never after and I'm not okay to drive.
You and me both, speaking the language of dreams.
Now, it's dark glasses on a sleepless night...
Ain't no Christmas for me.
Let's put the pin back in this one and say we both survived.
Last blank space on the map, I think we've arrived.
Headway or getaway, makes no difference to me.
This side or the other...
Ain't no Christmas for me.
Shakespeare's heroes all drink ale, his villains all drink beer.
I had to drink something bitter, or I wouldn't be here.
Have a pitcher full of pity, a shot of possibility.
A tall, cool glass of nothing else, makes no difference to me.
Dark glasses on a sleepless night...
Ain't no Christmas for me.
Here's where the narrative changes...
Only hurts when I'm awake, that you can believe.
Yeah, I'd do it all again, just not for free.
If love is a collect call, why, why is it always for me?
Quittin' while you're ahead ain't quittin', and I'm quittin'.
Locals only naked city and the visit ain't free.
It was the pear on the ground, not the apple in the tree.
Give me a pitcher full of pity and a shot of possibility.
This side or the other...
Ain't no Christmas for me.
No Christmas... Ain't gonna be no Christmas...
Ain't no Christmas for me.
Ain't no Christmas for me.
Not this year.
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