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Why don't you open me up? |
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Candy cane girl |
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Don't you know your name, girl? |
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(Yeah) |
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Twelve people gonna ask you just the same, girl |
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What a world |
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Christmas once a year, girl |
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That's three hundred and sixty four tears, girl |
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So when Christmas finally comes |
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And nobody's got a gun |
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And you think it might be fun |
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To hang around |
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Think again girl |
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Why don't you open me up, huh? |
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Candy cane boy |
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Don't you know your name, boy? |
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Nine people gonna tell you just the same, boy |
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You're |
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(Alone, son) |
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In the middle of a million |
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And nobody knows how to talk to children |
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Oh, when Christmas finally comes |
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And nobody's got a gun |
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And you think it might be fun |
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To get a new toy |
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Think again boy |
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(Oh) |
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Oh, when Christmas finally comes |
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And no one's got a gun |
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And you think it might be fun |
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To make a stand |
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Think again man |
