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Ah, okay! |
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The hills are alive |
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And it's pretty frightening |
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The sun goes down |
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The moon comes out |
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The people gather 'round and we all begin to shout |
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Ech... Mud! |
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You better not cry |
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You better not shout |
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You better not pout |
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I'm telling you why |
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Santa Claus is dead |
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There's a song I must sing, |
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It's a well known song, |
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But the tune is bitter |
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And it doesn't take long to learn, I can learn! |
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That pretty little world that beams so bright |
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That pretty little world that seems delightful cambered |
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Let me learn...Let me learn... |
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For I can see it, shining somewhere |
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Bright lights somewhere invite me to compare and learn |
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And I'm ready, I can hear it silent singing |
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Inside my ear, I hear them all singing of love! |
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Who knows maybe all the visions that I see |
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May be waiting just for me to say |
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Take me there and make me see it, make me feel it |
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I know it so, I know that it really may be... |
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Let me learn! |
