| Christmas making
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| me so gay, Christmas today
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| As I awoke this very morning so I
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| doubt the strangest dream
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| In which the world was all marsh-mallow
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| decorated with whipped cream
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| Yes I laughed but soon I realised that my
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| dream was very true
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| Through the window I saw the Winter she was back with
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| me and you
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| Oh it’s Christmas today, everywhere they dance and
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| play
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| Christmas making me so gay, Christmas today
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| Now I’m
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| waiting for Father Christmas, yes I know he’ll come to me
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| I’ve been kind
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| to everybody, at least as far as I can see
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| If he won’t come I will not
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| cry but still I’ll face the truth
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| 'Cause I know that Father Christmas has
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| so many things to do
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| Oh it’s Christmas today, everywhere they
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| dance and play
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| Christmas making me so gay, Christmas today
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| From the back yard where I’m living I can hear a lovely song
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| It’s a
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| song for peace and freedom in which love will march along
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| Everywhere are
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| people dancing, no more sorrows, no more pain
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| I can hear the church bells
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| ringing, they’re releasing us from chains.
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| Oh it’s Christmas
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| today, everywhere they dance and play
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| Christmas making me so gay,
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| Christmas today
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| Christmas today
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| Christmas today
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| Today is
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| Christmas
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| Christmas today
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| Christmas
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| Christmas |