| This Christmas card is contrived
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| A mannequin looks more alive
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| Haven’t meant a word I’ve written here
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| The page is full not one thing sincere
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| I can’t, I can’t
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| I can’t, I can’t take it
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| This is the time to smile,
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| I can’t fake it
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| Please allow me the chance now
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| To break it down
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| It’s not snow, It’s rain coming down
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| And the lights are cool,
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| But they burn out
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| And I can’t pull off the cheer
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| When I look into the mirror
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| No happiness is present here
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| Not supposed to whine,
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| Not supposed to cry
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| Try to hold it in, but not this time
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| I can’t, I can’t
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| I can’t, I can’t take it
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| This is the time to smile,
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| I can’t fake it
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| Please allow me the chance now
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| To break it down
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| It’s not snow, It’s rain coming down
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| And the lights are cool,
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| But they burn out
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| And I can’t pull off the cheer
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Don’t know, don’t know
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| If you can hear me
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| I will, I will
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| Speak louder for you
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| No more whispering
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| Are you listening
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| I am pleading
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| I am pleading
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| I can’t, I can’t
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| I can’t, I can’t take it
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| This is the time to smile,
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| I can’t fake it
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| Please allow me the chance now
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| To break it down
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| It’s not snow, It’s rain coming down
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| And the lights are cool,
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| But they burn out
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| And I can’t pull off the cheer
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| I can’t, I can’t
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| It’s not snow, It’s rain coming down
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| And the lights are cool,
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| But they burn out
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| And I can’t pull off the cheer
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Not this year
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| Not this year |