My Politics
you work a fourteen hour day and still have two mortgages
you asked the start for aid
and they gave you an ad campaign that didn't help
so you took your family and joined in the urban sprawl
now you can't see the stars as well but you're near the mall
you don't know where you stand no more
in line at some convenient store
that is way too long
you used to work your land fed thousands of mouths
now you ear their shit for the money now
you emptied your heart to fill your bank account
well
I'll Be Home For Christmas
I'll be seeing you in all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces all day through
In that small café, the park across the way
The children's carousel, the chestnut trees, the wishing well
I'll be seeing you in every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the mornin' sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
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I'll find you in the mornin' sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you