Still basking in the glory of this oneIt started one cold day in the sun
Avant Grande met Rangu
All covers exclude you.
Curtains have their rooms
Made on contorted looms
There's music, there's lyrics
Their photos, their gimmicks
In all shapes and sizes
Staples and disguises
Inside jokes outed
Couldn't smile, I pouted
'Leave me be!' she fumes
Old memories need tombs!
It’s Christmas, it’s New Year
It's a goodbye to my ear.
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