| Well, I’m slipping into Christmas
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| I’m sliding into New Years'
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| And I’m missing all your kisses
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| Baby, since you’re not here
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| The special thing you give me
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| I won’t find underneath my tree
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| And I’m feeling sad and lonesome
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| Wishing you were here with me
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| And I’m feeling kind of useless
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| By secondhand Christmas tree
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| And I’m sneaking into sorrow
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| These blues have got a hold on me
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| Well, I know tis the season to be jolly
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| But Scrooge ain’t got a thing on me
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| And so I’m slipping into Christmas
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| Wishing you were here with me
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| Well, I’m slipping into Christmas
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| Sliding into New Years'
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| And I’m missing all your kisses
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| Golly, since you’re not here
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| Oh, deck the halls with teardrops
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| Scrooge ain’t got a thing on me
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| So I’m slipping into Christmas
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| Wishing you were here with me
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| Whoa, sitting right here on my knee
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| Well, it’s gonna be a blue Christmas |