A studio apartment in a dull part of Seattle
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A strand of light suspended by a thumbtack in the drywall
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The restaurants are closed
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So are the record shops, the banks, and bars, and Bartel drugs,
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and so¡¯s the half price bookstore
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But the movies are always open
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And I always have to open
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A repertory movie house
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Well life is not so wonderful
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For 15 soggy patrons who have no better place to be
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Not to mention me
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I¡¯m working for a holiday wage
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My family is two time zones away,
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I¡¯m supposed to call them
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My vodka and snow is melting
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The alcohol isn¡¯t helping
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Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
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You have to work on Christmas, sometimes
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You gotta work on Christmas,
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I doubt I¡¯ll miss this
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There¡¯s an artificial tree blinking in the lobby,
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Sitting on the coffee table, yea
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Strangers and spare changers stand in line like poor relations
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At some kind of sad reunion
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And I¡¯m selling the tickets
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They come in out of the weather
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For Christmas alone together
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Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
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You have to work on Christmas, sometimes
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You have to work on Christmas,
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I doubt I¡¯ll miss this next year
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Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes
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You gotta work on Christmas, sometimes
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You have to work on Christmas,
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I doubt I¡¯ll miss this at all
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Sometimes You have to Work on Christmas (sometimes)
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Harvey Danger |