| A Douglas fir, champagne blur
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| String light shine, and the fire burns
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| The vinyl goes 'round, and the trumpets sound
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| Like a hallejujah when you’re around
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| I’m falling like the snow
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| For you and this sentimental scene
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| Wrap me up red
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| Baby, go ahead
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| And we’ll pretend this night is evergreen
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| Put on some Sinatra
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| If we aren’t leaning in we ought to
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| 'Cause you know how good Christmas and kissing go
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| Bells they ring, the glasses clink
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| But the night is silent, when you’re with me
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| We’ve counted doves and sugarplums
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| Now all that’s left is to fall in love
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| I’m falling like the snow
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| For you and this sentimental scene
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| Wrap me up red
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| Baby, go ahead
|
| And we’ll pretend this night is evergreen
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| Put on some Sinatra
|
| If we aren’t leaning in we ought to
|
| 'Cause you know how good Christmas and kissing go
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| Put on some Sinatra
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| If we aren’t leaning in we ought to
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| 'Cause you know how good Christmas and kissing go
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| Oh, hold me and don’t let me go
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| Mr. Mistletoe
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| Mr. Mistletoe |