| I hope it snows this week
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| A snowflake on your cheek
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| Would make this Christmas so beautiful
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| But that would just bring the pain
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| Cause things can’t stay the same
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| These holidays won’t be wonderful
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| I look under the tree
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| But there’s nothing to see
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I can’t figure you out
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| Is this what Christmas is all about
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I don’t wanna talk
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| I’m sick of all this talking
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| A broken heart wrapped up in a box
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| There’s teardrops in my stocking
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| I look under the tree
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| But there’s nothing to see
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I can’t figure you out
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| Is this what Christmas is all about
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I hate Christmas parties
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| You offer me some punch
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| But I just shrug
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| I hate Christmas parties
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| You and the cookie tray
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| Both hear me say «Bah humbug»
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| I look under the tree
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| But there’s nothing to see
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I can’t figure you out
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| Is this what Christmas is all about
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me
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| I look under the tree
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| But there’s nothing to see
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| Cause it’s a broken heart that you’re giving me |