| Harvest your tears, in a sieve
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| I can spill things down your shoulders — hold them
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| And I’m afraid you remind me of Santa Claus
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| In a good way
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| And you are like Santa Claus
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| I’ll sit in a square
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| Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
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| (Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
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| I see you at night, I shine
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| My arm in your chest
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| Now I’ll sit in a square
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| Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
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| (Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
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| Run around, around, around, around
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| In my boxes — I…
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| I know it’s not your face
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| I love your neck
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| Now I sit in a square
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| Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
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| (Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
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| Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
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| Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
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| Oh you. |
| I love you, don’t know
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| Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho!
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| I see you at night, I shine
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| My arm in your chest
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| Now I’ll sit in a square
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| Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
|
| (Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
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| Run around, around, around, around
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| In my boxes — I…
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| I know it’s not your face
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| I love your neck
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| I sit in a square
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| Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus
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| (Run around, around, around, around in my boxes)
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| Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times
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| Nuh ho ho ho ho ho
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| Oh you. |
| I love you, don’t know
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| Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! |