| Outside the carolers start to sing
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| I can’t describe the joy they bring
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| 'Cause joy is something they don’t bring me My girlfriend is by my side
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| From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
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| Their whiny voices get irritating
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| It’s Christmas time again
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| So I stand with a dead smile on my face
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| Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
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| Oh God, I hate these Satan’s helpers
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| And then I guess I must have snapped
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| Because I grabbed the baseball bat
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| And made them all run for shelter
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| It’s Christmas time
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| Again
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| It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
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| All year
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| I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
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| You people scare me Please stay away from my home
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| If you don’t wanna get beat down
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| Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
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| Well, I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
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| 'Cause the cops came and arrested me They had an unfair advantage
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| And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
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| Christmas came a night early
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| 'Cause a guy named bubba unwrapped my package
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| It’s Christmas time
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| Again
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| It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand
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| All year
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| I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
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| You people scare me Please stay away from my home
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| If you don’t wanna get beat down
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| Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas (Please post my bail)
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas (Please post my bail)
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas (Please post my bail)
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas (Please post my bail)
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| I won’t be home, I won’t be home for Christmas |