| In the world that you would make up
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| With unicorns and buffalo packs
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| I know that you would wake up
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| With the sunny side touching your back
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| Is it the lonely man of Christmas?
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| Coming up with theories on him
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| Is it the lonely man of Christmas?
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| He’s riding in the devil’s abyss
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| Oh, I would rate the future
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| If I could put a finger on it
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| But I have no idea
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| If what I want is better than this
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| Is it the lonely man of winter?
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| I could put my finger on that
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| Is it the lonely drive to Denver?
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| The loneliness of Hoppington’s hat
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| Is it the time we spent in silence?
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| The silence of a winter he had
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| Is it the lonely man of winter?
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| I could put my finger on that
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| And even if it’s Christmas
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| Could we just pretend for a bit
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| That everything we went through
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| Was someone else’s carpenter kiss |