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Haul out the holly; |
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Put up the tree before my spirit falls again. |
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Fill up the stocking, |
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I may be rushing things, but deck the halls again now. |
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For we need a little Christmas |
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Right this very minute, |
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Candles in the window, |
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Carols at the spinet. |
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Yes, we need a little Christmas |
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Right this very minute. |
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It hasn't snowed a single flurry, |
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But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry; |
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So come on down the chimney; |
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And turn up the brightest string of lights I've ever seen. |
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Slice up the fruitcake; |
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It's time we hung some tinsel on that evergreen bough. |
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For I've grown a little leaner, |
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Grown a little colder, |
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Grown a little sadder, |
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Grown a little older, |
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And I need a little angel |
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Sitting on my shoulder, |
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Need a little Christmas now. |
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Yes, I've grown a little leaner, |
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Grown a little colder, |
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Grown a little sadder, |
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Grown a little older, |
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And I need a little angel |
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Sitting on my shoulder, |
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Need a little Christmas now. |
