| The year is almost over
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| Doesn’t it fly so fast alone?
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| Summer’s barely faded
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| The town’s already dressed
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| Walls are decked with holly banners
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| The tills ring out their warning
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| «Oh, superstars, they’re selling out
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| You better make it soon»
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| So what’ve we to laugh about?
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| Sometimes I’m not so sure
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| But Christmas, Christmas is here
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| Christmas, Christmas is here
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| Here we are together
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| Sharing this time of innocence
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| I need seven shopping days
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| Dawn has just begun
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| What happened to those wise men?
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| Now, we need their guiding star
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| Running 'round in circles
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| Can’t remember who we are
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| So what’ve we to laugh about?
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| Sometimes I’m not so sure
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| But Christmas, Christmas is here
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| Christmas, Christmas is here
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| So what’ve we to laugh about?
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| Sometimes I’m not so sure
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| But Christmas, Christmas is here
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| Christmas, Christmas is here
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| And it’s alright, alright, alright again
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| And it’s alright, alright, alright again
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| So what’ve we to cry about?
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| Laughing through my tears
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| It’s Christmas. |
| Christmas is here
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| Christmas, Christmas is here
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| And it’s alright, alright, alright again
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| And it’s alright, alright, alright again |