December
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A heart that's full up like a landfill, a job that slowly kills you, bruises that won't heal. You look so tired and unhappy, bring down the government, they don't, they don't speak for us. I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide, with no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, no alarms and no surprises, Silent silent.
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