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I've seen snow on Christmas Eve |
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Gracing frosted evergreens |
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After most the trees go brown |
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I'm still standing |
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I've been miles away from home |
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Trapped in Charles Dicken's poems |
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I've been freezing in this town |
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But I'm still standing |
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It's almost New Year, San Diego |
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Another Christmas in Old Borego |
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Face down in a little white shack |
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In the back room |
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This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood |
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In a bad mood |
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I hear you when I'm asleep |
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Missy, you're the love I keep |
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But I still got no cash to send in my pocket |
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It's been months since we first kissed |
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But your face is what I miss |
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And I keep your picture bent in my pocket |
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Hey, yeah, it's almost New Year, San Diego |
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Another Christmas in Old Borego |
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Face down in a little white shack |
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In the back room |
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This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood |
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In a bad mood |
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Face down in a little white shack |
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In the back room |
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This town is a thirty-five Ford in a bad mood |
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In a bad mood |
