| Well, I hope Saint Nick has a trick or two up his sleeve
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| Maybe a little magic dust, that will make us
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| Be the way that we used to be
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| The only present underneath my tree
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| Is a sack of socks that I wrapped up for me
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| Whoa, not a soul under my mistletoe, no one that
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| Wants to treat me right
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| And I know my name couldn’t have been missed
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| Right at the top of that old naughty list
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| Well, this time last year, you were here
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| As snug as a bug in a rug and now here I am
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| It’s 1 AM and I’m huggin' on a Chug-a-lug-lug
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| And so, I’ll just sit here sip and smolder
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| Even this fire's givin' me the cold shoulder
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| Whoa, not a soul under my mistletoe, no one that
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| Wants to treat me right
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| And I know my name couldn’t have been missed
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| Right at the top of that old naughty list
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| And like I said, the only thing beneath my tree
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| Is a sack of socks that I wrapped up for me
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| I’m all alone and lonely on a lonely lonestar
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| Christmas night
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| Yeah |