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Sweet silver angels over my tree
Please come down flying low for me
One time I trusted a stranger
‘Cause I heard his sweet song
It was gently enticing me
Tho there was something wrong
and when I turned he was gone
Blinding me, his song remains reminding me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
He wages war with the devil
A pistol by his side
Though he chases him out windows
And won't give him a place to hide
He keeps his door open wide
Fighting him he lights a lamp inviting him
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Yea, Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over the sea
Please come down flying low for me
I hear the thunder come rumbling
the light never looked so dim
And the junction grows nearer
and danger is in the wind
And either road's looking grim
Hiding me I flee, desire dividing me
He's a bandit and a heart breaker
Oh, but Jesus was a cross maker
Jesus was a cross maker
Jesus was a cross maker
Sweet silver angels over my tree
Please come down flying low for me
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It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
But it don't snow here
It stays pretty green
I'm going to make a lot of money
Then I'm going to quit this crazy scene
Oh I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I made my baby cry
He tried hard to help me
You know, he put me at ease
And he loved me so naughty
Made me weak in the knees
Oh, I wish I had a river I could skate away on
I'm so hard to handle
I'm selfish and I'm sad
Now I've gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
Oh, I wish I had a river so long
I would teach my feet to fly
I wish I had a river
I could skate away on
I made my baby say goodbye
It's coming on Christmas
They're cutting down trees
They're putting up reindeer
And singing songs of joy and peace
I wish I had a river I could skate away on
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Eighty-Five degrees, salt of the ocean in the air.
It was a gorgeous morning in Little Haiti.
Skating in the street and listening to The Casualties
The spirit moved me. I was filled with festivity.
As the park tree began to light, I had a thought so divine:
305 ‘til i die.
We pushed around a while, sunlight burning our shoulders.
All my Catholic friends had to go home early.
Tonight we’d all be visited by Mr. World Wide.
The spirit moved me and I was filled with festivity.
I could see my neighbors lights. I had a thought so divine:
305 ‘til I die
The spirit moved me. I was filled with festivity.
The park tree began to light. I had a thought so divine:
305 ‘til I die
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Winter is blue
Living is gone
Some are just sleeping
In spring they'll go on
Our love is dead
Nothing but crying
Love will not find even
One more new morning
Why must I stay here
Rain comes I'm sitting here
Watching love moving
Away into yesterday
Winter is blue
Everything's leaving
Fires are now burning
And life has no reason
I am alone
Waiting for nothing
If my heart freezes
I won't feel the breaking
Why must I stay here
Rain comes I'm sitting here
Watching love moving
Away into yesterday
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Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas
Father Christmas, give us your money.
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over.
Give us the bread; don’t make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
Don’t give my brother a Steve Austin outfit.
Don’t give my sister a cuddly toy.
We don’t want a jigsaw or Monopoly money.
We only want the real McCoy.
Father Christmas, give us your money.
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over.
Give us the bread; don’t make us annoyed.
Give all the toys to the little rich boys.
Give my daddy a job ‘cause he needs one.
He’s got lots of mouths to feed.
If you’ve got one, I’ll have a machine gun,
So I can scare all the kids on the street. \
Father Christmas, give us your money.
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over.
Hand it over. Hand it over. Hand it over.
Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas.
Remember the kids who’ve got nothing
When you’re drinking down your wine.
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Earleine - Earleine
03:24
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Come on over, sit on my lap.
I know you’ve been waiting in line for hours to see me.
Come on, take a picture and smile.
I know you will keep it up in your bedroom, honey child.
Come on now, you don’t have to ask.
You can have whatever you want in the whole wide world.
Been a good girl all year.
You can tell me anything you want, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for.
I don’t have to be your daddy today.
Would you let me be your daddy tomorrow?
I don’t know if that was wrong to say, but I said it anyway and I don’t care who it hurts.
Ooh, I really want it
Ooh, can I have it?
Ooh, I really want it.
Ooh, can I have it?
Ooh, I really want it
Ooh, can I have it?
Ooh, I really want it?
Ooh, can I have it?
Ooh, I really want it.
Ooh, can i have it?
Ooh, I really want it
Ooh, can I have it?
Things are really going my way.
Everybody’s lining up and jumping at the chance to see me.
Things are going better, I know. Things’ll end up better, I know
Things are going better, I swear. Things’ll end up better, I know.
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On our way from Stockholm
It started to snow
And you said it was like Christmas
But you were wrong
It wasn't like Christmas at all
By the time we got to Oslo
The snow was gone
And we got lost
The beds were small
But we felt so young
It was just like Christmas
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