| I was downtown Christmas shopping
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| Such a busy city street
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| I don’t know how I noticed the piece of paper at my feet
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| But somethin' made me pick it up, instead of goin' on my way
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| I stopped and froze right in my tracks
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| As I read what it had to say
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| Oh Santa, if you can’t find me
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| We’re livin' out here on the street
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| But I’ll be watchin' for you, you’re not gonna forget me, are you
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| Daddy says he knows you’ll try
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| But we might be too hard to find this year
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| Oh Santa, I’m right here
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| It said, we don’t have our house no more, I wish we could go home
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| Mama says we will some day and she prays it won’t be long
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| But they closed daddy’s factory and took most of our things
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| Now Santa, I don’t need to much, so this year could you bring
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| Bring my mom a coat that’s warm, 'cause the one she’s got is awful torn
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| Maybe dad could help you work, makin' toys for boys and girls
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| Oh Santa, if you can’t find me
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| We’re livin' out here on the street
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| But I’ll be watchin' for you, you’re not gonna forget me, are you
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| Daddy says he knows you’ll try
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| But we might be too hard to find this year
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| Oh Santa, I’m right here
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| I’m right here
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| I’m right here |