christmas came early this year
thrown in my world
are wombat's words
no change in space
no new songs
lyrics that i spit out
still sitting reading
writing a balloon in head
no words drop dead
alive as i wait
for drips of heaven
dry lips no bait
geeks of silence
no melodies see me walking
in venice the streets are deep
what about some sin
roundabouts spin and spin
i have problems with my sleep
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