throw your mattress on the sidewalk and keep moving on the streets are caving in there s not much time for getting gone leave the note and semaphore scatter coins along the shore i don t know what you re waiting for it s coming to an end my friend this holiday in elsinore worried steps in salty air you keep your candle lit the sea has swallowed your good man you might as well admit but you got a cousin in new york you re still pretty that s for sure don t know what you re waiting for unclench your worried hands and end this holiday in elsinore winter s falling branches balding dark in afternoons if it helps to keep you company we ll sing a worried tune but just when you start to eulogize light will creep back in your eyes and all at once you ll realize what these nights of doubt were for this holiday in elsinore when you start to eulogize light will creep back in your eyes and all at once you ll realize what these nights of doubt were for this holiday in elsinore in elsinore in elsinore
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