There's snow on your collar, boy
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There's snow on the bench
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There's snow on the sleeping grave
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And the crooked fence
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And if you've been crying
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With my hand on my chest
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I swear I'll never tell
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The town is aglow with lights
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The carolers sing
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You sister won't sleep tonight
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For the morning brings
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That old happy Christmas
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You came here to find it
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I did as well
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For joy doesn't come in boxes
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Nor peace in a heavy watch
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Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
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But the search it never stops
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The son of a holy man
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You dream of the saints
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So thin with your poet hands
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And your eyes of flame
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And I'd like to kiss you
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Full on the mouth
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I don't care if you tell
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For love doesn't come in boxes
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Nor truth in a crowded shop
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Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
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But the search it never stops
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For faith doesn't come in boxes
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Nor God in your silver cross
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Those red ribbon foxes are not so easy caught
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But the search goes on and on
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The search it never stops
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Red Ribbon Foxes
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| A Fine Frenzy |
