| When I go home I will walk
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| Fire tensile town, down any D avenues
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| Jingle bells all around
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| When the drum goes, falls around the side
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| And they hand them, falling of our mind
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| I wish to wait the next year, it was the worst of times
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| All the shit for rest and force in village paradigm
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| Just a hero, who’s coming for your mind
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| Just behind you, with nothing of it lays
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| Christmas save torrential rain
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| With a single snowflake I’m just playing out
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| Held you in my hands and I’m not letting go
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| I’m not letting go
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| You’re here 'till November,
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| You’ll still be here
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| The linger grows,
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| Into December, When Christmas Comes
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| It’s letting go
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| You’re here till November,
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| You’ll still be here
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| The linger grows,
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| Into December, When Christmas Comes
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| It’s letting go
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| Say follow away a to a windshop
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| The stalkings fall, join the choir to myself, tore the door
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| The kids marching, we follow carratives
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| Every nation, if kids may catch your own
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| The dream of you still make this
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| The Christmas tree left tons and tons of sack coal in the figurine
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| In the morning, you’re lying next to me
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| Have a lingo, start affirmatively
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| Christmas save torrential rain
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| With a single snowflake I’m just playing out
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| Held you in my hands and I’m not letting go
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| I’m not letting go
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| You’re here 'till November,
|
| You’ll still be here
|
| The linger grows,
|
| Into December, When Christmas Comes
|
| It’s letting go
|
| You’re here till November,
|
| You’ll still be here
|
| The linger grows,
|
| Into December, When Christmas Comes
|
| It’s letting go
|
| You’re here 'till November,
|
| You’ll still be here
|
| The linger grows,
|
| Into December, When Christmas Comes
|
| It’s letting go
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| You’re here till November,
|
| You’ll still be here
|
| The linger grows,
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| Into December, When Christmas Comes
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| It’s letting go |