| Holy night
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| Oh, what a dress
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| Who’s some giant little dollop in a yellow frock?
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| Hug me
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| Hug me
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| It’s just a lot of whiter pastures, over which no one reaches me
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| And look who found
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| My useless life
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| There’s no one
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| There’s no one
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| And look who found
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| My useless life
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| There’s no one
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| There’s no one
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| Burn night
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| Burn bright
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| Just a giant little dollop, lemon yellow sleeves
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| Hug me
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| Hold me
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| It’s just loyal royal classes and we slide our knees closer
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| Who’s up there? |
| Mommy’s got ya
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| It’s la la la
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| And smile on me
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| Mommy‘s sheets are a different color
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| (Who's up there? Mommy’s got ya)
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| It’s one
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| (It's la la la)
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| It’s late
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| (It's la la la)
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| She’s lookin' at the world with a brand new dollhouse
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| (I'm lookin' at the world)
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| (Who's up there? Mommy’s got ya)
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| It’s one
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| (It's la la la)
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| It’s late
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| (It's la la la)
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| Who’s up there? |
| Mommy’s got ya
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| It’s la la la
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| It’s la la la
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| Who’s up there? |
| Mommy’s got ya
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| It’s la la la
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| And tra la la
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| Nanny’s working on a Christmas breakfast
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| (Who's up there? Mommy’s got ya)
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| It’s one
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| (It's la la la)
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| It’s late
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| (And tra la la)
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| Listen to the end, it’s another whirl of war
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| (Who's up there? Mommy’s got ya)
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| Lucy gets scared
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| (It's la la la)
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| You know
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| (And la la la)
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| If it is through the eyes that lives can grow fused
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| You can go, for we carry you down and go on
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| If it is through lies that lives are confused
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| I’m frightened, want a carry down below
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| If it is through lies that lives are confused
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| Smiling traces, like manna, this is manna holy
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| Holy night
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| Oh, what a dress
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| It’s a giant little dollop, let me get her tea
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| Hug me
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| Hold me
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| It’s just the royal loyal classes and we slide our knees closer
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| Holy night
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| Oh, what a dress
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| It’s just a giant little dollop, let me get her tea
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| Hug me
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| Hold me
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| It’s just the royal loyal classes |