One time, two times, wish I could rap, rap my way through the night. Three times fall back the old dark story, a voiceless bird, the boring gap. I'm going down, I'll cook you warm, it is so cold I cannot stand. I miss you it's funny. I miss you it's sad. I miss the rocking grip you have.
Oh Daddy don't you ever go. Oh Daddy give me some low chords.
Ho-ho ho-ho ho-ho ho-ho ho-ho...
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