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I wondered what the trees feel
All strung up with lights
And why no-one ever asks them
If they want to be so tied
It's my festive season
And if I want to I'll cry
And I thought about the sickness
That only wants to live
Trucks designed for frozen peas
To stack the bodies in
My nana told my daddy
There'd be days like this
Picking the stitches
Of a year that was
To wash and dry and thread the eye
Of just because
Some kinda love sets us going
And we gotta know
Where it goes
I wondered about my uncle
If I called him enough
Well, I didn't call him ever
But I thought about it once
Just when I'd needed kinder hands
He'd taught me how to fight
The tinsel round the mountains
Strung red, as red as fire
I wondered how the trees perceive
Our religions and our science
It's my apocalyptic scene
If I want to, I'll deny it
Picking the stitches
Of a year that was
To wash and dry and thread the eye
Of just because
Some kinda love sets us going
And we gotta know
Where it goes
