| If a bell could ring
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| And make the whole world sing
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| Be cheerful about the rest
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| And always be the rest
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| 'Cause restitution is the test
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| So be merry with gentle care
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| Merry Christmas, my baby
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| And a very, very, very Happy New Year
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| If a star could gleam
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| And make all the jewels seem
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| Like rocks made of gold
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| Excuse me, people, for being so bold
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| But I’ve got blood, sweat and tears in my soul
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| So be merry with gentle care
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| Merry Christmas, my baby
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| And a very, very, very Happy New Year
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| I love the way you wiggle your hips around the Christmas tree
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| I love the way you do those sassy mama things to me
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| I love someone who can be nice and gentle, and sweet and kind
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| So come on, make me happy this New Year
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| If a bell could ring
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| And make the whole world sing
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| Be cheerful about the rest and
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| Always be the best
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| 'Cause restitution is the test
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| So be merry with gentle care
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| Merry Christmas, my baby
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| And a very, very, very Happy New Year
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| A very Happy New Year
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| A very Happy New Year
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| If a star could gleam
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| And makes all the jewels seem
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| Like rocks made of gold, ha ha
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| Excuse me, people for being so bold |