I don't want anything for Christmas
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I wanna be naughty, not nice
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We'll burn all your trees down
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'cause all days in this town
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it's such an ugly sight
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It looks like Christmas
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but you just can't tell
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It's joyful and triumphant
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but to me it feels just like
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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I find it all so depressing
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I've got no Yuletide joy
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We'll teach them a lesson
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We'll steal all the presents
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from every girl and boy
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It looks like Christmas
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but you just can't tell
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It's joyful and triumphant
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but to me it feels just like
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas in hell!
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[Fletcher, deep voice]
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candel lights and Christmas trees
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we don't want any of these
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gingerbread and candy canes
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I'll show you what is right!
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It's Christmas in hell
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It's Christmas in hell
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It's Christmas in hell
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It's Christmas in hell
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Christmas in
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hell
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Christmas in hell!
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Christmas In Hell
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| Pennywise |
