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I hope it snows this week |
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A snow flake on your cheek |
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Would make this Christmas so Beautiful |
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But that would just bring the pain |
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Cause things can't stay the same |
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These Holidays won't be wonderful |
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I look under the tree |
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But there's nothing to see |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I can't figure you out |
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Is this what Christmas is all about |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I don't wanna talk |
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I'm sick of all this talking |
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A broken heart wrapped up in a Box |
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There's tear drops in my stocking |
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I look under the tree |
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But there's nothing to see |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I can't figure you out |
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Is this what Christmas is all about |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I hate Christmas parties |
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They offer me some punch |
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But I just shrug |
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I hate Christmas parties |
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You and the cookie tray |
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Both hear me say bah humbug |
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I look under the tree |
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But there's nothing to see |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I can't figure you out |
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Is this what Christmas is all about |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
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I look under the tree |
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But there's nothing to see |
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Cause it's a broken heart |
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that you're giving me |
