| Well, I’m seven years old laying in my bed
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| Butterflies in my belly, wonder in my head
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| Eyes shut tight, eyes shouldn’t peak
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| Losing my mind on Christmas Eve
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| Well, I’m so excited, I can hardly breathe
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| But there’s no telling what ol' Santa got up his sleeve
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| With him coming, I’ll never sleep
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| Ooh, there’s nothing quite like Christmas Eve
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| Christmas Eve
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| Well, I’m twenty-two and I’ll leave my home
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| Find me a girl to hold my arm
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| There she glows like a little Christmas tree
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| Oh, she makes me feel like Christmas Eve
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| Just like Christmas Eve
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| Christmas Eve
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| Well, I’m all grown up, I got a boy of my own
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| Really shines like the sun beaming off the snow
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| It’s been some time since I believed
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| Through his eyes, I see Christmas Eve
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| Christmas Eve
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| Christmas Eve |