| Dear Santa I’m a grown man now,
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| But I’ve got a problem here.
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| If you’ve been watching then you must know,
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| I’ve not been good all year.
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| I Let her down lost sight of us,
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| I don’t deserve one thing but she does
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| Dear Santa bring her a heart,
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| The one she’s got is broken.
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| Fill up her stocking with the words,
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| That I left unspoken.
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| Now I’m not asking you to bring her love,
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| 'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
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| Dear Santa that’s what she’ll get from me.
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| Now I remember Christmas past,
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| When little was enough.
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| Now all the presents under all the trees
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| Couldn’t save our love.
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| We need a miricale like the one on 34th,
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| To get us back to where we were before.
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| Dear Santa bring her a heart,
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| The one she’s got is broken.
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| Fill up her stocking with the words,
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| That I left unspoken.
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| Now I’m not asking you to bring her love,
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| 'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
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| Dear Santa that’s what she’ll get from me.
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| Dear Santa bring her a heart,
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| The one she’s got is broken.
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| Fill up her stocking with the words,
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| That I left unspoken.
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| Now I’m not asking you to bring her love,
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| 'Cause Christmas morning when she wakes up,
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| Dear Santa that’s what she’ll get from me.
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| (Vocalizing)
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| Oh Yeah That’s Right |