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Harvest your tears, in a sieve |
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I can spill things down your shoulders - hold them. |
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And I'm afraid you remind me of Santa Claus, |
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In a good way. |
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And you are like Santa Claus |
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I'll sit in a square |
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Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus |
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(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes) |
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I see you at night, I shine |
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My arm in your chest |
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Now I'll sit in a square |
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Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus |
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(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes) |
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Run around, around, around, around |
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In my boxes - I... |
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I know it's not your face |
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I love your neck |
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Now I sit in a square |
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Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus |
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(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes) |
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Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times |
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Nuh ho ho ho ho ho |
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Oh you. I love you, don't know |
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Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! |
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I see you at night, I shine |
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My arm in your chest |
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Now I'll sit in a square |
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Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus |
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(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes) |
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Run around, around, around, around |
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In my boxes - I... |
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I know it's not your face |
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I love your neck |
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I sit in a square |
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Oh in my head, oh my Santa Claus |
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(Run around, around, around, around in my boxes) |
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Only eighteen-and-a-half, no two times |
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Nuh ho ho ho ho ho |
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Oh you. I love you, don't know |
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Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho! |