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All the songs you sing |
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Sound like Christmas |
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And if it's a feast of love |
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There's a dress on each of that |
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Than this one's to your eyes and to your mind |
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There's gold and all the green |
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And a room under the stairs |
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That's why I'm wearing black |
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It fits to everything |
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To everything that you could ever wear |
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Heal with whatever you will sing |
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Heal the wounds time can't heal |
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Sweetness you create with seed, breeze and chips |
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And with pure gold you're voice |
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Don't stop 'cause green is all your heart |
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Heal with whatever you will sing |
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With the stars in your technocolored |
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It's only leaves that fall |
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It's only leaves that fall |
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It's only leaves that fall |
