| I’m a Christmas Unicorn, in a uniform made of gold
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| With a billy-goat beard, and a sorcerer’s shield, and mistletoe on my nose
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| Oh, I’m a Christian holiday, I’m a symbol of original sin
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| I’ve a pagan tree, and a magical wreath, and bow-tie on my chin
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| Oh, I’m a pagan heresy, I’m a tragic-al Catholic shrine
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| I’m a little bit shy, with a lazy eye, and a penchant for sublime
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| Oh, I’m a mystical apostasy, I’m a horse with a fantasy twist
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| Though I play all night, with my magical kite, people say I don’t exist
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| For I make no full apology for the category I reside
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| I’m a mythical mess, with a treasury chest, I’m a construct of your mind
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| Oh, I’m hysterically American, I’ve a credit card on my wrist
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| And I have no home, or a field to roam, I will curse you with my kiss
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| Oh, I’m a criminal pathology with a history of medical care
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| I’m a frantic shopper, and a brave pill popper, and they say my kind are rare
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| But I’ve seen others in the uniform of a unicorn just like me
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| We are legions wide, and we choose no sides, we are masters of mystique
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| For you’re a Christmas Unicorn, I have seen you on the beat
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| You may dress in the human uniform, child… But I know you’re just like me
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…
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| I’m the Christmas Unicorn
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| You’re the Christmas Unicorn too
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| I’m the Christmas Unicorn
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| (Find the Christmas Unicorn)
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| You’re the Christmas Unicorn too
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| (It's all right, I love you)
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| Love, love will tear us apart, again
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| Love, love will tear us apart, my friend |