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Snow in the air as it rides the winter breeze |
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Crystals of ice are hanging from the trees |
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The morning of Christmas has arrived in its due time |
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The children are waiting, their joy becomes mine |
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We march down the stairs and into the other room |
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The lights shining bright on the tree for all to view |
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The window is shattered and the presents are all gone |
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And all the cries of my children wrote this song |
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And I swear when I get my hands on him |
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He'll never breathe again, never breathe again |
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I won't stop tearing him limb from limb |
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He'll never breathe again, never breathe again |
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I get in my car to chase the only set of tracks |
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A gun in my hands and a bag in the back |
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Deep in the slums I saw him with their toys |
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My gunshot rang out but the snow absorbed the noise |
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I bagged up his body and I threw it in the car |
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With all the toys that he'd carried oh so far |
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Now that I got my hands on him |
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I can breathe again, I can breath again |
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Finally I've rid the world of him |
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And I can breathe again, I can breath again |
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Back at the house all my children were so sad |
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When their presents returned then not but joy they'll surely have |
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I drove to the river and I threw the body in |
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And no one else will be paying for his sin |
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Something screaming inside me says that |
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I can breathe again, I can breath again |
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Judge me all that your hearts desire |
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But I can breathe again, I can breath again |