Baby In A Coma/Child of No Calendar

This year, it comes
This year, it comes
This year, it comes
This year, it comes
And it's over
These wizards don't believe in January
These wizards don't believe in February
These wizards don't believe in March
These wizards don't believe in April
These wizards don't believe in May
These wizards don't believe in June
These wizards never believe in July
These wizards don't believe in August
These wizards don't believe in September
These wizards don't believe in October
These wizards don't believe in November
These wizards don't believe in December
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards never want our fucking calendar
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards don't let babies on calendars
These wizards don't eat our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards don't want our calendars
These wizards never want our calendars
These wizards are dooming babies on calendars
These wizards don't shit our calendars
These wizards don't believe in calendars
These wizards don't believe in calendars



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