Dear Santa,
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I¡¯m writing you a letter,
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I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve got it all figured out.
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Things haven¡¯t been easy
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Between me and you,
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I guess that there are things that you can¡¯t undo
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Maybe I was naughty once but now I¡¯m nice!
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(boy you made the list, you know I checked it twice. Well guess what, YOU¡¯RE STILL ON IT. HAHAHA)
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And I feel it in my bones
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And I feel it in my bones
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Nights have been restless,
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Pillows and sheets.
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Bet you got it all figured out.
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Sweat like a snowman
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Out in the sun,
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Dreaming that there ain¡¯t nowhere to run to, baby
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Nowhere to hide.
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Hey, Kringle!
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You mean to say when you were young you never got wild
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www.musicloversgroup.com
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Kid, don¡¯t you get it, I¡¯m gonna make an example out of you
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For every mother¡¯s child
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And I feel it in my bones
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(I¡¯m coming for you)
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And I feel it in my bones
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Silver bells and reigns
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Tinsel, holly.
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What happened to the rose red cheeks,
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Chimney, big bag presents and all,
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Fat and jolly,
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Tinsel holly.
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And I feel it in my bones
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And I feel it in my bones
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And I feel it in my bones
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And I feel it in my bones
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I Feel It in My Bones
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| The Killers |
