Its smell that burned my nostrils
made me sick the
ran down real fast during the prayers to the Gods
played together lying on a couch
we locked our emotions on those lanes
after thousands of cigarettes burned
it was time to light a candle
everything was melting quickly
unfortunately I've seen a few times
maybe I would have wanted off when it was time to turn
I remember the sweat on our faces
happiness in our eyes,
but what was the price to pay?
Now I'm here sitting on my chair vile
is Christmas and I also have my crown of thorns
tears, if there were any, flow from my eyes
is Christmas and I feel your lack ...
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