| Comin' back from the country
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| Full of good food and lousy beer
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| This winter’s so dry and the dirt road so dusty
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| At the lightest fall of rain, the bacteria bloom
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome
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| It’s easy to forget
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| The sadness comes crashin' like a brick through the window
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| And it’s Christmas so no one can fix it
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| Tethered to a table with that happy holiday crowd
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| And it’s anchors aweigh
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| Looks like smooth sailin'
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| But the merest hint of waves could capsize you
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome
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| It’s so easy to forget
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| The sadness comes crashin' like a brick through the window
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| And it’s Christmas so no one can fix it
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| The desire for annihilation
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| Is as common as it is unkind
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| And it’s hard to recognize the situation
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| When you’re desperately tryin' to have a good time
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| You don’t have to be alone to be lonesome
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| It’s easy to forget
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| The sadness comes crashin' like a brick through the window
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| And it’s Christmas so no one can fix it
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| Yeah, it’s Christmas
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| So no one can fix it |