| Santa Claus on every corner, as he braves the winter night
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| Bell’s a-ringing in his left hand, and a bottle in his right
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| Look around you, it’s Christmas time
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| Christmas trees made out of plastic, standing bare in every door
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| We will deck the halls with holly, if we make it off the floor
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| Look around you, it’s Christmas time
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| Father’s celebrating Christmas, with a bottle full of rum
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| While his children wait for presents, that they know will never come
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| Look around you, it’s Christmas time
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| One-armed beggar selling pencils, but we cannot spare a dime
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| Save it for the parking meter, or we’ll have to pay a fine
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| Look around you, it’s Christmas time
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| All the churches filled with nothing, but the quiet of the night
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| Doesn’t anyone remember, why we celebrate tonight?
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| Look around you, it’s Christmas time
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| It’s Christmas time |