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From cliffs above the sea, the Christmas lights are blinking,
another Christmas Eve, a ship at sea is sinking.
The men that heard the call, had gathered in devotion,
The bravest act of all, was made without a question
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Like shadows in the night, they launched her into anger
A ghost ships distant lights, pulled under by the water
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
From cliffs above the sea, the Christmas lights are no more,
A village lost at sea, just wreckage washed up ashore
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
Remember, December, what you did will live forever
Remember, December.
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Wooden Horse
03:54
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We don’t matter anymore.
The rich steal money from the poor.
We have no voice, and little choice.
We don’t matter anymore.
Corporations own the news.
Political bias infects the truth.
They feed us fear, to keep us near.
Corporations own the news.
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
What is different is not wrong.
You exploit the frail to look strong.
You pick on the weak, and call them freaks.
What is different is not wrong.
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
Are we so deaf that we cannot hear?
Are we so blind that we don’t see so clear?
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Leave Me
04:03
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Is that all you have to say
That isn’t how you mean this to play
You said we could talk it through
Just a little thing – in your view
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
What a stupid thing to say
When you didn’t mean it anyway
You thought we could talk it through
Such a little thing – in your view
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
But instead you told lies - covered up with more lies
Whispers and glances, secrets and sighs
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
Leave me on my own
Leave me I am better on my own
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Simon King Horsham, UK
I write songs and then I sing 'em. Sometimes I get it right....but not very often.
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