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What's this? What's this? |
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There's color everywhere |
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What's this? |
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There's white things in the air |
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What's this? I can't believe my eyes |
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I must be dreaming |
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Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair |
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What's this? |
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What's this? What's this? |
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There's something very wrong |
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What's this? What's this? |
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There are people singing songs |
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What's this? What's this? |
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The streets are lined with |
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Little creatures laughing |
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Everybody seems so happy |
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Have I possibly gone daffy? |
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What is this? |
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There are children throwing snowballs |
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Instead of throwing heads |
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They're busy building toys |
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And absolutely no one's dead |
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There's frost on every window |
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Oh, I can't believe my eyes |
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And in my bones I feel the warmth |
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That's coming from inside |
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Oh, look, what's this? |
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They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss |
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Why that looks so unique, inspired |
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They're gathering around to hear a story |
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Roasting chestnuts on a fire, what's this? |
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In here they've got a little tree, how queer |
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And who would ever think and why? |
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They're covering it with tiny little things |
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They've got electric lights on strings |
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And there's a smile on everyone |
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So, now, correct me if I'm wrong |
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This looks like fun |
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This looks like fun |
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Oh, could it be I got my wish? |
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What's this? |
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Oh my, what now? The children are asleep |
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But look, there's nothing underneath |
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No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them |
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Or ensnare them, only little cozy things |
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Secure inside their dreamland, what's this? |
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The monsters are all missing |
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And the nightmares can't be found |
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And in their place there seems to be |
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Good feeling all around |
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Instead of screams, I swear |
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I can hear music in the air |
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The smell of cakes and pies |
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Is absolutely everywhere |
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The sights, the sounds |
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They're everywhere and all around |
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I've never felt so good before |
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This empty place inside of me is filling up |
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I simply cannot get enough |
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I want it, oh, I want it, oh, I want it for my own |
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I've got to know, I've got to know |
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What is this place that I have found? |
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What is this? Christmas Town, hmm |
