The song I sang goes on, come on, oh
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More and more this is you
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I think if I hide
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So what should it be?
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Something's got me in the mood to
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Spill my guts and let you know
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Three hundred days and sixty-five
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To set things right
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So do what you say this time
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You know I wouldn't lie
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Something's got me in the mood to
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Spill my guts and let you know
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I know it's not the cleanest slate
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But I'll try this year and that's all it's gotta take
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I need to get it right next holiday
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You never show
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When I, want you to
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And I'm drawing blanks
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On an empty page
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Well something's got me in the mood to
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Spill my guts and let you know
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I know it's not the cleanest slate
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But I'll try and take and that's all it's gotta take
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I need to get it right next holiday
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Here I've made you a card
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Not from the shelf
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But straight from the heart
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And here's what it says
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I made some mistakes
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But you're gonna miss me
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Cause now I'm cracking a smile
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I'm fixing a meal, I'm making my bed
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I'm taking a while, I'm soaking it in
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Cause here comes a new year
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Oh I've made a mistake
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And you imitate that I've been at loss
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And I've been afraid of making a change
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And marking a new year
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I'll try and take and that's all its gonna take
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I need to get it right next holiday
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Yule Be Sorry
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