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You wind me up and place me at the top of the stairs And I tumble to my death And the mess that's left on the bottom step Is broken beyond repair But you try to fix me anyway You know I'd do the same for you But it's no good No, it's too late I'm junk that's barely used I wake upon a cold damp bed My eyes are filled with tears For all the things that I require It's like this every year The moon, the sun The laughing leaves The bright white stars won't listen to me The gods have come to everyone but me And everything but me And I'm feeling like a Christmas tree With my arms outstretched for anything The time has come indefinitely To make me beautiful Letras de canciones If you came on Christmas day You would find me packed away Inside a box in a cold dark loft Forgotten every year From Letras Mania