The Holiday Crowd

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The Holiday Crowd


Somewhere in between sensible obscene
I chose to live my life like the prophets did
In style, in style, in style, in style

It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn their ways

Somewhere in between sensible obscene
I chose to live my life like the prophets did
In style, in style, in style, in style

It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn their ways

I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, it's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, it's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, it's nothing
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
It's nothing, it's nothing

It's a game I learned to play by her claims
I refuse, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse
To learn

I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car
I can't see the stars from the back of the car

Somewhere in between sensible obscene

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