| Santa never brings me a banjo
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| And I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve I see it in my dreams
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| But every Christmas morning I cry
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| Santa never brings me a banjo
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| And I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve
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| I see it in my dreams
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| But every Christmas morning I cry
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| My brother got the train that he asked for
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| My sister even got a violin
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| How does he miss
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| The one thing on my list
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| In the letter that I sent to him
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| I told him how hard I would practice
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| Told him I would play so loud
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| That high lonesome sound
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| Would fill up the town
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| And I’d make my parents so proud
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| Santa never brings me a banjo
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| And I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve I see it in my dreams
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| But every Christmas morning I cry
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| Santa never brings me a banjo
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| And I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve I see it in my dreams
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| But every Christmas morning I cry
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| I ask my parents if they know why
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| Santa always leaves me sad
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| I do well in school
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| I follow the rules
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| And I don’t think I’ve been bad
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| Maybe it’s too much for the workshop
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| Maybe it’s too tricky for the elves
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| Since I’ll never understand
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| I think I’m gonna plan
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| To buy one for myself
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| Cause Santa never brings me a banjo
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| I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve I see it in my dreams
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| Every Christmas morning I cry
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| Santa never brings me a banjo
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| And I can never understand why
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| Every Christmas Eve I see it in my dreams
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| But every Christmas morning I cry |