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The Holiday Song Lyrics


Well sit right down my wicked son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked sonThis ain't no holiday
But it always turn out this way
Here I am, with my handHe took his sister from his head
And then painted her on the sheets
And then rolled her up in grass and trees
And they kissed till they were deadThis ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my handWell sit right down my evil son
And let me tell you a story
About the boy who fell from glory
And how he was a wicked sonThis ain't no holiday, oh no
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my handThis ain't no holiday
But it always turns out this way
Here I am, with my hand

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Despite having obvious musical chops, success has by no means been handed to Search The City on a silver platter. And much like a beautiful stone sculpture, this act’s final shape was first cut with sharp chisels and pounded with heavy hammers, before being rubbed smooth with rough sandpaper. As your high school gym teacher always said: no pain, no gain. This Detroit, MI band recorded their first Tooth and Nail full-length, A Fire So Big the Heavens Can See It, in St. Cloud, FL with James Paul Wisner, who has also produced Dashboard Confessional, Underoath, and The Academy Is.

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