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Put the star on the tree now
With the angels and the lights
Inhale, enjoy the smell of pine
And the chill of the night
The moon hopelessly low
And the snow beneath your feet
It’s too cold to breathe
Smoke like clouds
The tiny words we speak
The wind from the hills
Where the sun just bled to death
Bells through windows
Gift in fake snow on the floor and then
The words that should buried in silence
The wood that should be put onto the fire
The Christmas chimes within

The funniest mistake that I ever made
Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets
A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully

The street is awfully quiet
Cars parked under trees
Mist creeps through the branches
Curtain of curiosity
This is the one where I’m alone now
The one I dread the most
The feeling I hold onto
Like a crack onto a hole
The words that should buried in silence
The wood that should be put onto the fire
The Christmas chimes within

The funniest mistake that I ever made
Was sit down and think this heat was here for me to take The corner that I seek is a place where no one meets
A shadow of the tree that you lit so beautifully
The tree that you lit so beautifully…

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a Singer of Songs Barcelona

a Singer of Songs' music has been compared to snowflakes falling in slow motion. To a blanket on a cold night and dogs howling into the night. Somebody called their album the soundtrack to a loser's life. The band thinks that's the biggest compliment they ever got.
But yeah, you probably want some useful information. Well, they live in Barcelona and they sing songs. That's about it.
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