| If I missed my chance, I didn’t even try
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| I’m not one to regret Christmas in July
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| If my timing is bad, like a fish on a bike,
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| Would you let me pretend: Christmas in July?
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| I’m not one to admit; |
| I’m not one to fight,
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| Maybe I was wrong, or maybe I was right
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| Like when I went to school, drinking coffee at night,
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| And I did what I did; |
| now I do what I like
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| Open the champagne, party and pensive
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| Your mother said it’s very expensive
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| Do what you want to, don’t even ask us Paraguay, Boston, Philly, Damascus
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| Maybe its the snow, the endless winter nights
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| And the winter coat, the one you never liked
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| But I’ll take the sun and I’ll take my kite,
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| Christmas on the beach, Christmas in July
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| And I love my friends, even if they fight
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| Christmas in July, just to keep them quiet
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| And I love you too, I love you through the night
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| But now that you’re away, Christmas isn’t right
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| Don’t take offenses; |
| come to your senses,
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| Your confidence is straddling fences
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| If I miss my chance, I didn’t even try
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| I’m not one to regret Christmas in July |