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Wake up, it's Christmas mourn |
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Those loved have long since gone |
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The stocking are hung but who cares |
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Preserved for those no longer there |
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Six feet beneath me sleep |
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Black lights hang from the tree |
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Accents of dead holly |
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Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold) |
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I'm seeing ghost (I'm drinking old) |
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Red water, red water |
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Red water chase them away |
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My tables been set for but seven |
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Just last year I dined with eleven |
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Goddamn ye merry gentlemen |
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Whoa mistletoe (It's growing cold) |
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I'm seeing ghost (I'm drinking old) |
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Red water, red water |
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Red water chase them away. |
