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I'm not so bad,
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I just hate to see a good time had
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by everyone but me
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on this lonely Christmas Eve
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I hear them up and down
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and up and down the street
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they're making noise,
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noise, noise, noise
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how I hate their happy noise!
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there's only one thing I hate more,
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come to think of it,
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and that's the people who keep
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making it
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feast, feast, feast, feast
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they'll have more than anyone
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could ever eat
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me I'm stuck here with my
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Cream of Wheat
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there's no one here to feast with me
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on this lonely Christmas Eve
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don't they know I'm up here all alone
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in my cave up in the hills
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how I wish that this would go away,
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this dreadful holiday
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that they call Christmas day
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when they're done
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with all their Christmas noise
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and they've had their Christmas feast
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just when I think that
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I might finally
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get a moment's peace
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they start to...
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oh sing, sing, sing, sing
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now I'll never get no sleep
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I'm screaming out the window,
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but it don't do no good
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they sing and sing and sing
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all through the neighborhood
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sing, sing, sing
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they take their little break
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and then they do it all again
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it's a lonely Christmas Eve!
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lonely christmas eve
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| Ben Folds Five |
