| Christmas is the time of year
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| When the patrons and the panthers come and commandeer
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| Christian, put away your fuss
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| With the tipping of the handlers as the pagans must
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| I know for a century
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| We were scrambling to assemble what a man believes
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| I know for a time I let
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| To believe that human kindness would prevail instead
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| Woman, have you lost your kind?
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| There are snakeskin stealers seething in the afterlife
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| Christian in the advent house
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| You confess the incarnation with the breast turned out
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| Have you seen the Christ the king
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| (Woman, have you lost your kind?)
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| Suckling nurseries in snakeskin in the armored seat?
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| (With the breast turned out)
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| Christian, put away your woes
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| (Woman, have you lost your kind?)
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| Welcome grief and crime and anguish with the happiest host
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| (In the afterlife)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| (Christmas woman)
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| Oh, I was thinking by myself, I was remembering
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| Every moment by the river when it froze last night
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| And in the fullness of the moon, I felt the baby kick beside me
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| She was grabbing happy, healthy life
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| I lived it out to be a soldier, I was channeling Middle Ages
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| I was captured by the Norsemen rite
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| The sign that passeth comprehending, she was tending right beside me
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| She was captured in the midst of men
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| And then it kissed me on my shoulder, all the possibilities of motion
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| (Christmas, Christmas)
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| Resting rightly, right inside of me |