Holidays are murder
The mind begins to turn
Holidays are murder
The heart begins to burn
How can one spread love and peace?
How can one spread joy?
How can one be thankful?
When his heart’s a broken toy.
How can one have feeling?
When he’s thrown upon the floor
How can one find freedom?
When there’s so much against his door.
I plead so much with all my heart
That I’ll find peace again
That I might know the one I was
But until then, until then
I pray that I find You.
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