| I’ve seen snow on Christmas Eve
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| Gracing frosted evergreens
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| After most the trees go brown
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| I’m still standing
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| I’ve been miles away from home
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| Trapped in Charles Dickens poems
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| I’ve been freezing in this town
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| But I’m still standing
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| It’s almost New Year, San Diego
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| Another Christmas in Old Borego
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| Face down in a little white shack
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| In the back room
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| This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood
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| In a bad mood
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| I hear you when I’m asleep
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| Missy, you’re the love I keep
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| But I still got no cash to send in my pocket
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| It’s been months since we first kissed
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| But your face is what I miss
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| And I keep your picture bent in my pocket
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| Hey, yeah, it’s almost New Year, San Diego
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| Another Christmas in Old Borego
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| Face down in a little white shack
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| In the back room
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| This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood
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| In a bad mood
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| Face down in a little white shack
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| In the back room
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| This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood
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| In a bad mood |