or what you're doing just you and
your shadow on the wall you won't
even get nothin' for christmas no
one will take you to the mall you'll
be all alone you'll be waiting by the
phone waiting for my call you'll sit
nervously waiting for it to ring you'll
be waiting by the phone hoping it
will ring but it won't ring 'cause i
won't call you'll bite into your fingernails
and spit them on the floor 'til you
won't have no fingernails no more
you'll think about the good times that
we used to have while staring at the
cobwebs on your door and you'll be
all alone the clock will tick and it'll
make you sick as every moment of
your life passes by you'll contemplate
suicide with a knife one night and it
won't be nice you'll be all alone yes,
no one will be there to stop you no one
to clear your head no one to talk you
out of it no one to hear the last words
that you said no one will shed a tear no
one will be there to find you dead 'cause you'll be all alone...
entrada de cuco @ 0:20
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