You're as slow as christmas,
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I was up before the dawn
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Up so fast I missed it
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Or was that old saying wrong
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Every Christmas Day makes
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Every other day seem long
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What seemed would never get here
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Has so quickly come and gone.
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I've heard old sayings, old cliches
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And most of them make sense
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But we're wiser in our younger days
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Not easily convinced
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There's no way to look ahead
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With the wool over your eyes
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And it seems that Santa's sled
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Isn't the only thing that flies.
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You're as slow as christmas,
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I was up before the dawn
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Up so fast I missed it
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Or was that old saying wrong
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Every Christmas Day makes
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Every other day seem long
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What seemed would never get here
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Has so quickly come and gone.
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[Instrumental]
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We're bringing in another year
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Let's throw the old one back
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With my new train, I'll be the engineer
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And hurry down the track
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While I know that time is standing still
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I hear that old cliche
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And I'm more convinced it does until that
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One December day.
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When I'm as slow as christmas
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I'll be up before the dawn
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I'm not gonna miss this
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I know that old saying's wrong
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Every christmas day makes other day seem long
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What seemed would never get here
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Has so quickly come and gone,
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Come and gone...
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Slow As Christmas
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Clint Black |