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Remember when you crossed the graveyard to find me
You fell and laid there in the dirt
Now I cannot breathe, I cannot speak

Let the cold and rain pour on my sheets
Leave me in the middle of the night
Can't you feel my arms, they're reaching out
Can't you feel my chest under your knife

I'm trying not to take the burden onto me
You're trying not to let yourself cry so easily
Not be like me

Let the cold and rain pour on my sheets
Leave me in the middle of the night
Can't you feel my arms, they're reaching out
Can't you feel my chest under your knife

Let the cold and rain pour in my room
Leave your clothes lying on the floor
Arms limp like they won't hold me
Like they won't hold me anymore

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ChristmasIsATimeToGetReallyFucked Cambridge, UK

In 2001, three friends put together a compilation CD of their own music as personalised Christmas gifts for their nearest and dearest friends. What started as half joke / half promo-material-under-the-guise-of-Christmas-generosity began to repeat year after year, and took on a life of its own. The album now serves as an end-of-year collection of local music given away free at a chaotic launch gig. ... more

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