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*note that 'bocing day', the pagan canadian holiday, is not to be confused with 'boxing day', the pagan english festival, nor assumed to have anything to do with the irish holiday 'st. stephen's day', simply because they all land on the same calendar date.

 

YEESH.

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I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'm beggin' you to beg me

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'll shine up my old brown shoes

Put on a brand new shirt

Get home early from work

If you say that you love me

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

Feeling all alone without a friend

You know you feel like dying

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'm beggin' you to beg me

I'll shine up my old brown shoes

Put on a brand new shirt

Get home early from work

If you say that you love me

Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

Feeling all alone without a friend

You know you feel like dying

Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'

 

I want you to want me

I need you to need me

I'd love you to love me

I'm beggin' you to beg me

I want you to want me

I want you to want me

I want you to want me

I want you to want me

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Boxing Day originated in England in (IIRC) the 17<small>th</small> century. The day after Christmas, the gentry would box up a portion of "their" Christmas gifts to give to the hired help. Presumeably, gifts were given to the nobles themselves and not to the household workers, so it was up to the nobles to redistribute the wealth.

 

And now, another musical interlude:

 

I died. . .

 

So many years ago.

But you can make me feel

Like it isn't so.

And why you come to be with me,

I think I finally know. . .

 

<small>Hmm-mmm.</small>

 

You're scared,

Ashamed of what you feel,

And you can't tell the ones you love;

You know they couldn't deal.

 

A whisper in a dead man's ear,

Doesn't make it real. . .

 

That's great,

 

But I don't wanna play,

'Cause bein' with you touches me,

More than I can say.

 

And since I'm only dead to you,

I'm sayin' stay away,

And let me rest in peace!

 

[guitar rock]

Let me rest in peace.

Let me get some sleep.

Let me take my heart and bury it,

In a hole six foot deep.

I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release,

So let me rest in peace.

 

You know,

You got a willin' slave,

And you just love to play the part,

Like you might misbehave.

Well 'til you do,

I'm telling you,

Stop visiting my grave!

And let me rest in peace.

 

[slow]

I know

that I should go,

but I follow you like a man possessed.

There's a traitor here, beneath my breast,

and it hurts me more than you've ever guessed.

If my heart could beat it would break my chest,

but I can see you're unimpressed.

So leave me be,

[/slow]

 

And let me rest in peace.

Let me get some sleep.

Let me take my love and bury it,

In a hole six foot deep.

I can lay my body down but I can't find my sweet release,

So let me rest in peace!

 

Why

Won't

You

Let me rest in peace?[/guitar rock]

 

<small>And a Bloody Mary and Spicy Chicken Wings to anyone who can name the singer and the guitar player.</small> :cool:

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