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Virgin of the Birds - Christmas In The Borough Of Our Birth

from Home For The Holidays: A Christmas Songbook by Shelter Scotland

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Brutalist doesn’t mean what you think it does
Hosanna wasn’t over when you wished it was
Kiss me on the mouth, it’s Christmas Eve
I have stars in my eyes, I have winter seeds

Because I have ideas and you have ideas
And we’re wasting our youth on these wretched careers

But it’s not too late
To start over here

Jim told me all about Los Angeles
I don’t remember much, but I remember this:
The waves look like lace when they reach the shore
And he saw M. Emmet Walsh in the grocery store

You know I have my flaws and you have your flaws
And we’re bending our beauty while breaking blue laws

But we still look great
After it all

Brutalist doesn’t mean what you think it does
Hosanna wasn’t over when you wished it was
Kiss me on the mouth, it’s Christmas Eve
I have stars in my eyes, I have winter seeds

Because I have ideas and you have ideas
And we’re wasting our youth on these wretched careers

But it’s not too late
To start over here

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from Home For The Holidays: A Christmas Songbook, released December 16, 2016
Written and performed by Virgin of the Birds

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