(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
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(Tis the season to be jolly fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la)
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Outside the carolers start to sing
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I can't describe the joy they bring
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Cause joy is something they don't bring me
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My girlfriend is by my side
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From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
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Their whiny voices get irritating
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It's Christmas time again
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So I stand with a dead smile on my face
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Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
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Oh God I hate these Satan's helpers
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And then I guess I must have snapped
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Because I grabbed a baseball bat
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And made them all run for shelter
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It's Christmas time again
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It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
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I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
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You people scare me
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Please stay away from my home
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If you don't wanna get beat down
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Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.
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Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
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Cause the cops came and arrested me
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They had an unfair advantage
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And even though the jail didn't have a tree
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Christmas came a night early
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Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)
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It's Christmas time again
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It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand all year
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I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
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You people scare me
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Please stay away from my home
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If you don't wanna get beat down
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Just leave the presents and then leave me alone
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
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I won't be home
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I won't be home for Christmas
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Won't Be Home For Christmas
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