| What’s this? |
| What’s this?
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| There’s color everywhere
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| What’s this?
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| There’s white things in the air
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| What’s this?
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| I can’t believe my eyes
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| I must be dreaming
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| Wake up, Jack, this isn’t fair
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| What’s this?
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| What’s this? |
| What’s this?
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| There’s something very wrong
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| What’s this?
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| There are people singing songs
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| What’s this?
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| The streets are lined with
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| Little creatures laughing
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| Everybody seems so happy
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| Have I possibly gone daffy?
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| What is this? |
| What’s this?
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| There are children throwing snowballs
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| Instead of throwing heads
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| They’re busy building toys
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| And absolutely no one’s dead
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| There’s frost on every window
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| Oh, I can’t believe my eyes
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| And in my bones I feel the warmth
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| That’s coming from inside
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| Oh, look
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| What’s this?
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| They’re hanging mistletoe, they kiss
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| Why that looks so unique, inspired
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| They’re gathering around to hear a story
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| Roasting chestnuts on a fire
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| What’s this?
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| What’s this?
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| In here they’ve got a little tree, how queer
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| And who would ever think
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| And why?
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| They’re covering it with tiny little things
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| They’ve got electric lights on strings
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| And there’s a smile on everyone
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| So, now, correct me if I’m wrong
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| This looks like fun
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| This looks like fun
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| Oh, could it be I got my wish?
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| What’s this?
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| Oh my, what now?
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| The children are asleep
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| But look, there’s nothing underneath
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| No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
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| Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
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| Secure inside their dreamland
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| What’s this?
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| The monsters are all missing
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| And the nightmares can’t be found
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| And in their place there seems to be
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| Good feeling all around
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| Instead of screams, I swear
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| I can hear music in the air
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| The smell of cakes and pies
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| Are absolutely everywhere
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| The sights, the sounds
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| They’re everywhere and all around
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| I’ve never felt so good before
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| This empty place inside of me is filling up
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| I simply cannot get enough
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| I want it, oh, I want it
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| Oh, I want it for my own
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| I’ve got to know
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| I’ve got to know
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| What is this place that I have found?
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| What is this?
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| Christmas Town, hmm… |