| It’s Christmas time and Santa’s here,
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| Making the children smile
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| But he’s just a pedophile
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| So you better watch your child.
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| Christmas trees in every house
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| Covered in shiny lights
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| But they just turn brown and die,
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| Or set your whole house on fire
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| These are the reasons
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| I hate the season,
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| but I’mma give it a try.
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| Maybe this year I won’t be sad on Christmas
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| Maybe I’ll have a happy holiday.
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| Replace my heart ache and my pain,
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| With mistletoe and candy canes
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| This Christmas could go my way.
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| Having fun with all your friends,
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| Sipping on that eggnog,
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| But it just looks like jizz
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| All over your upper lips.
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| House made out of ginger bread
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| Cookies like Christmas trees
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| Giving you heart disease
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| And type two diabetes.
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| It’s only diabetes
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| These are the reasons
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| I hate the season,
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| but I’m a give it a try.
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| Maybe this year I won’t be sad on Christmas
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| Maybe I’ll have a happy holiday.
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| Replace my heart ache and my pain,
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| With mistletoe and candy canes
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| This Christmas could go my way.
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| I’ve never seen reindeer fly
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| I’ve never heard the sleigh bells ring
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| I’ve never seen a snowman come to life
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| I’ve never heard the angels sing
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| But I hope and I pray
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| That maybe this Christmas day
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| That’ll change.
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| Maybe this year I won’t be sad on Christmas
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| Maybe I’ll have a happy holiday.
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| Replace my heart ache and my pain,
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| With mistletoe and candy canes
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| This Christmas could go my way…
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| Maybe this year I won’t be sad on Christmas
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| Maybe I’ll have a happy holiday.
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| Replace my heart ache and my pain,
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| Let’s just dance the night away.
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| This Christmas is going my way.
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| Just dance with me. |