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There's are your good years
Don't take my adice
You never wanted the nice boys anyway
And I'm of good cheer
Because I've been checking my list
The gifts you're receiving from me
Will be
One akward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year
Is for you to dedicate
Your last breath to me
Before you bury yourself alive
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less
Happy New Years baby
You owe me the best gift I could ever ask for
Don't call me up
When the snow comes down
It's the only thing I want this year
One akward silence
And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep
Staying up, waiting by the phone
And all I want this year
Is for you to dedicate
Your last breath to me
Don't come home for Christmas
You're the last thing I wanna see
Underneath the tree
Merry Christmas, I could care less
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