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willis rubble - presents amidst the heart lyrics

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[narrator]
(in the end, henry’s glad
no need for him to be sad)

campfires adhere to the atmosphere
warmth and sweaters make loved ones clear
and there’s holly jolly laughter in your ear

christmas day is one to hold
people’s love and embrace for your own soul
but you inhabit a suppressed burden meant to be adored

the unknown is what you possess
the guilt that drives actions reckless
a special day into avoidance, grinchiness alluring
to life, mindfulnеss strife

[henry andrew]
i have a prophecy that i must stop
thе kind that makes holidays slowly rot
images of mounts of frowns, hitting deeply

[narrator]
but presents are amidst the heart

[henry andrew]
i perceive people turning to me for the miracle
to make their christmas safe and spiritual
just one gift’ll heal the grief, but i’m scared to see+
[narrator]
that presents are amidst the heart

the wrapping, stockings make the most
connections with the passionate yet nescient folks
they care but fail to be met with your masqueraded hoax

joy almost makes everything disappear
the cardboard of the box turns insincere
riding this sled to embrace an accepting population of gingerbreads

this keeps you from being close
gifts are not adequate to the ones that arose
from emotions overwhelming, needing your grieving
for life, mindfulness thereafter arrives

[henry andrew]
i have a prophecy that i must stop
the kind that makes holidays slowly rot
images of mounts of frowns, hitting deeply

[narrator]
but presents are amidst the heart

[henry andrew]
i perceive people turning to me for the miracle
to make their christmas safe and spiritual
just one gift’ll heal the grief, but i’m scared to see+
[narrator]
that presents are amidst the heart

[henry andrew]
i’m sorry for my selfish incompetence
i’m sorry for my persisting unrepentance
but for now, if this means happily living
then ignorance is bliss no need for them to hear this

i have a prophecy that i must stop
the kind that makes holidays slowly rot
images of mounts of frowns, hitting deeply

[narrator]
but presents are amidst the heart

[henry andrew]
i perceive people turning to me for the miracle
to make their christmas safe and spiritual
just one gift’ll heal the grief, but i’m scared to see
that presents are amidst my heart

- willis rubble lyrics

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