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You woke up in a strange mood |
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In a room with a thousand candles around |
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A taste of cinnamon bread in your mouth |
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And trees and stars and angels and love |
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You should have known all along, |
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That ride's not good on your own |
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Alone |
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Last time I gave you my heart, |
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But the very next day, you were off with a sleigh |
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Wake me up before you go, go, go |
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Tonight we're heading off to the pole |
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You should have known all along |
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That ride's not good on your own. |
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You had frost bitten feet when you got home |
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Home, home, home. |
