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It'll be lonely this Frightmas, without him to hold... BECAUSE HE'S ROTTING IN HELL!
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A mince pie for one and a bottle of wine,
This time last year, he was all mine,
under mistletoe, in our paper hats,
Now all that he wears,
A MISTLETOETAG...
A season of grief, no good will or peace,
Choking in tinsel, jingle bell bleed,
Robin red death, decking halls dark,
It's not Christmas without him,
Scrooge is my heart,
Spirits, come in three,
Return him to me,
This Christmas,
Don't let it just be...
A mince pie for one and a bottle of wine,
This time last year, he was all mine,
under mistletoe, in our paper hats,
Now all that he wears,
A MISTLETOETAG...
Yes, it's my fault I'm on the naughty list,
But mine were the only lips, he should have kissed,
No visions of sugar plums dance for the dead,
ONCE VISIONS OF SNOW GLOBES SMASH ON THEIR HEAD,
His grave, dug by me,
In the back yard, Snowman sleep,
This Christmas,
And forever...
A mince pie for one and a bottle of wine,
This time last year, he was all mine,
under mistletoe, in our paper hats,
Now all that he wears,
A MISTLETOETAG...
Hung by my chimney with scare,
A fairylight noose,
I'm walking in the air,
LOST,
Til again I find his star,
Gift wrapped,
In Death's arms...
One last mince pie,
Three cheers to the wine,
Never again,
Sing auld lang syne,
No mistletoe,
No paper hats,
Now we BOTH wear,
A MISTLETOETAG...
A mince pie for one and a bottle of wine,
This time last year, he was all mine,
under mistletoe, in our paper hats,
Now all that he wears,
A MISTLETOETAG...
A mince pie for one and a bottle of wine,
This time last year, he was all mine,
under mistletoe, in our paper hats,
Now all that he wears,
A MISTLETOETAG...
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