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The winter’s flaking data is brushing through the binary trees
I stuck my hands down deep inside my app
I think of years ago and half remembered libraries
And functions that still warm me with their glow

The cold and empty evening hangs around me like VB
I listen to my hard disk badly seeking
The sound of one man debuggin' through VS can break your heart
But stopping doesn't help, so on I'll go

And Christmas Eve can kill you
When you're trying to code an app in anything.

The butchered code I’m writin' is all that keeps me on my seat
I feel like I've been coding all my life
A PM goes running by, the man don't even turn his head
Guess he's busy being Santa Claus tonight

The saddest part of all is knowing if I switched with him
I'd leave him debuggin' ragged by the code
I'd ride that super highway to the arms of my sweet family
And forget about the stranger with the code

And Christmas Eve can kill you
When you're trying to code an app in anything.

And as I type I'm prayin’ to myself, no longer silent drive
Hoping I can save before it fails
Oh, God forgive the man who runs right by the other dev
Have pity on the stranger with the code

'Cause Christmas Eve can kill you
When you're trying to code an app in anything.