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Icicle stalactite,
What gives you the right,
To chide my chill bones,
I’d rather,
Be alone,
This Christmas
With all that we’ve been through
If I can’t be with you
I’d rather
Be alone
This Christmas
When early dusk's dull brim,
Feels like going out on a limb,
To play "marco-polo" with my voice tone,
I’d rather,
Be alone,
This Christmas
With all that we’ve been through
If I can’t be with you
I’d rather
Be alone
This Christmas
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2. |
I Smile More
01:28
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This time of year (with)
Christmas near (I)
I smile more (I)
I smile more
I smile more
This time of year
Just knowing you (will)
Do what you do (I)
I smile more (I)
I smile more
I smile more
This time of year
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3. |
Merry Christmas, Joe
02:22
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Hey, Mary
Hey, Joe
What did you get me - I wanna know
You’re gonna love it but I’m not gonna say
You’re gonna make me wait til Christmas day
Merry Christmas, Joseph
The best one I’ll know
Merry Christmas, Mary
Merry Christmas, Joe..
Hey, Joseph
Hey, Mar’
I’ll give you a hint if you still care
Yeah for sure
Well it’ll change our lives
Some tools for my shop maybe - or a set of knives?
No, no, silly, it’s not like that. It’s in my belly makin’ me look fat
Lift your shirt, Mar’ I bet it’s great
Oh you can’t see it, Joe, you’ll have to wait. Is that okay?
Yeah, that’ll hafta do. I love you, Mary
I love you too
Merry Christmas, Joseph
The best one I’ll know
Merry Christmas, Mary
Merry Christmas, Joe (twice)
Hey, Mary
Yeah, Joe?
Your lovely belly is starting to grow
I’ll have our baby just in time. Christmas morning, he’s yours and he's mine
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Pretty cool that you followed me back, girl
I’m alone so I’m cool with that, girl
I retweet every thing that you say, girl
Even when you don’t say anything, girl
But I’m afraid that I’m gonna do what I hafta do
I’m unfollowing you after Christmas
I’m unfollowing you
I’m unfollowing you after Christmas
It’s what I have to do
You fill my feed with a boatload of crap, girl
You’re not the only one doing that, girl
Doin’ drama you constantly curse, girl
No, I know that you’re not the worst, girl
But I’m afraid that I’m gonna do what I hafta do
I’m unfollowing you after Christmas
I’m unfollowing you
I’m unfollowing you after Christmas
It’s what I have to do
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5. |
December Gurls
01:28
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They’re my December girls
They knew we wouldn’t last
We held on til New Years Day
But not a moment past
I don’t wanna be alone
This time
Of year
I don’t need you getting close
But I need
You near
They’re my December girls
They knew we wouldn’t last
We held on til New Years Day
But not a moment past
It’s an ever-growing list
It’s bound
To be
You know you needed this
As much
As me
They’re my December girls
They knew we wouldn’t last
We held on til New Years Day
But not a moment past
They’re my December girls
They knew we wouldn’t last
We held on til New Years Day
But not a moment past
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[Lyrics by Alfred Tennyson]
Full knee-deep lies the winter snow,
And the winter winds are wearily sighing:
Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow,
And tread softly, and speak low,
For the Old Year lies a-dying.
Old Year, you must not die;
You came to us so readily,
You lived with us so steadily,
Old Year, you shall not die...
He lieth still: he doth not move:
He will not see the dawn of day.
He hath no other life above.
He gave me a friend, and a true, true love,
And the New Year will take 'em away.
Old Year, you must not go;
So long as you have been with us,
Such joy as you have seen with us,
Old Year, you shall not go...
He frothed his bumpers to the brim;
A jollier year we shall not see.
But though his eyes are waxing dim,
And though his foes speak ill of him,
He was a friend to me.
Old year, you shall not die;
We did (so) laugh and cry with you.
I've half a mind to die with you,
Old Year, if you must die...
He was full of joke and jest,
But all his merry quips are o'er.
To see him die, across the waste
His son and heir doth ride post haste,
But he'll be dead before.
Every one for his own,
The night is starry and cold
And the New Year blithe and bold,
Comes up to take his own...
( verse omitted... ]
( How hard he breathes! over the snow )
( I heard just now the crowing cock. )
( The shadows flicker to and fro: )
( The cricket chirps: the light burns low: )
( 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. )
( Shake hands, before you die. )
( Old year, we'll dearly rue for you: )
( What is it we can do for you? )
( Speak out before you die. )
His face is growing
sharp and thin.
Alack, our friend is gone!
Close up his eyes: tie up his chin:
Step from the corpse, and let him in
That standeth there alone,
And waiteth at the door.
There's a new foot on the floor,
And a new face at the door,
A new face at the door...
-- Alfred Tennyson
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On my way to your place
On Christmas Eve
Six o’clock and I’m running late
Do I have everything I need?
Shit, I forgot the presents
And a dish to pass
No place’ll still be open
Guess I’ll be the Christmas ass
Nothing like a last minute Christmas
I’m not the only one
Nothing like a last minute Christmas
Still feelin’ pretty dumb
Still feelin’ pretty dumb
I’m not the only one
See the 7-11
The lot full of cars
Buy a stack of lottery tickets
And a bunch of holiday gift cards
Grab a dozen donuts
Eh, make it two
They even sell wine here
Who knew?
Nothing like a last minute Christmas
What did I do last night?
Nothing like a last minute Christmas
Who cares I’ve done alright
Na-na-na-na-na
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8. |
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You and i
We should hide
All night
Underneath
The Christmas tree
On Christmas Eve
Oh I wonder what we’ll see
If anything
We should hide
Underneath
The Christmas tree
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[Lyrics by Marjorie L. C. Pickthall]
My counterpane is soft as silk,
My blankets white, white as creamy milk.
The hay was soft to Him, I know,
Our little Lord of long, long ago.
Above the roofs the pigeons fly
In silver wheels across the sky.
The stable-doves they cooed to them,
Mary and Christ in Bethlehem.
Bright shines the sun across the drifts,
And bright upon my Christmas gifts.
They brought Him incense, myrrh, and gold,
Our little Lord who lived of old.
Oh, soft and clear our mother sings
Of Christmas joys and Christmas things.
God's holy angels sang to them,
Mary and Christ in Bethlehem.
Our hearts they hold all Christmas dear,
And earth seems sweet and heaven seems near,
Oh, heaven was in His sight, I know,
That little Child of long, long ago.
Oh, soft and clear our mother sings
Of Christmas joys and Christmas things.
God's holy angels sang to them,
Mary and Christ in Bethlehem.
-- Marjorie L. C. Pickthall
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I try not, to be meh, but forgive me if I am
I wake up, and get dressed, and go out if I can
There’s not much I really wanna do
Christmas just ain’t Christmas without you
I sit up, I sit down, I lie down again
Eventually, I’ll get up, and get started then
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11. |
A Ticket To Buffalo
01:37
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My baby wants to see me
And she wants to see some snow
That’s why I sent her a ticket
A ticket to Buffalo
I’ll pick her up at the airport
And I’ll show her around town
Once she’s seen all there is to see
Then we can just hang around
My baby wants to see me…
I’m not sure how long she’ll stay
But she can stay as long as she likes
As long as I’m here and snow’s on the ground
Then everything’s all right
My baby wants to see me…
(solo)
My baby wants to see me…
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12. |
Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho Ho
04:21
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