| Dear Santa,
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| I’m writing you a letter,
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| I’m sure you’ve got it all figured out.
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| Things haven’t been easy
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| Between me and you,
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| I guess that there are things that you can’t undo
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| Maybe I was naughty once but now I’m nice!
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| (Boy you made the list, you know I checked it twice. Well guess what,
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| You’re still on it. |
| Haaha)
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| Nights have been restless,
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| Pillows and sheets.
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| Bet you got it all figured out.
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| Sweat like a snowman
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| Out in the sun,
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| Dreaming that there ain’t nowhere to run to, baby
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| Nowhere to hide.
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| Hey, Kringle!
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| You mean to say when you were young you never got wild
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| Kid, don’t you get it, I’m gonna make an example out of you
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| For every mother’s child
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| (I'm coming for you)
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| Silver bells and reigns
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| Tinsel, holly.
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| What happened to the rose red cheeks,
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| Chimney, big bag presents and all,
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| Fat and jolly,
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| Tinsel holly.
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| And I feel it in my bones
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| And I feel it in my bones |