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Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean your ear this way |
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Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say |
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Christmas Eve is coming soon , now you dear old man |
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Whisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can |
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When the clock is striking twelve, when I'm fast asleep |
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Down the chimney broad and black with your pack you'll creep |
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All the stockings you will find hanging in a row |
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Mine will be the shortest one you'll be sure to know |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Underneath the tree, Santa |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Be this year for me |
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Jolly old Saint Nicholas now you dear old man |
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Whisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Underneath the tree, Santa |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Be this year for me |
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Jolly old Saint Nicholas lean your ear this way |
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Don't you tell a single soul what I'm going to say |
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Christmas Eve is coming soon , now you dear old man |
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Whisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Underneath the tree, Santa |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Be this year for me |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Underneath the tree, Santa |
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What's it gonna be, Santa |
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Be this year for me |
