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Come all ye faithful wrap tinsel 'round your head you're angels in high-heels you free all the sinners laughing at the treetops spinning around, flaying hair a pearly existance and candles that burn you fight with the cheaters but your truth is steadfast with your light constantly shining but your flickering eyes out of focus you fight for a freedom that you've always known sometimes trapped in your wineglass you busk holding fair finding soiltude in crouds linking hands and coloured feet their walls they fill with dried flowers and quickly scrawled words they sing songs of beauty of their homeland, all the blood in the s