| Here we go a-wassailing
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| Assaulting what was right
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| Co-sign on the love of the earth to feel its light
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| Sign me up for choir if I’m the only lady singing
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| 'Cuz all I want is solitude
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| Gift me reprise from you and you
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| All I want is solitude
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| Bite down 'cuz I love her, not because I need a muzzle
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| Even supervillains plead insanity in love
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| In the hero years we kissed under the mistletoe we’re missing
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| Sick of firing first shots on and off
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| Let’s make a break so we can say: Next winter we’re in love
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| (Next winter we’re in love)
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| Here we go with sweaters on to save us from our skins
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| Rather take a cheat for sleep
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| Than stay up counting sledmarks
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| Sign me up for stocking stuffed
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| With old memorial gore
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| All I want is solitude
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| The next thing that I want is you
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| Bite down 'cuz I love her, not because I need a muzzle
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| Even supervillains plead insanity in love
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| In the hero years we kissed under the mistletoe we’re missing
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| Sick of firing first shots on and off
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| Let’s make a break so we can say: Next winter we’re in love
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| (Next winter we’re in love)
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| I’m fed up
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| You better feed me
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| Or best believe I’m going missing
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| The first star we both see tonight is out of sight, like love
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| If beauty is a terror
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| Will the snow cover the evidence of love as something beautiful? |