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Every Christmas card I write Every Christmas card I write Has been stolen Has been stolen Every Christmas card I write has been stolen Every Christmas

I'm shaking down Cupid 'cause I'm feeling so mad Why I'd break his leg I'd kill myself if I was somebody else I'm feeling so beside myself To paging

Every two hours there's a different song Perhaps there's a reason it takes that long I don't know why it takes that long For They Might Be Giants Dial

Hiya, hiya, hiya, hi Don't be so jaded I'm quite sincere Though we may differ You'll be right here Top of the heap Kings of all we survey The last

About a fine girl And a boy just like you They fell so deeply But then fell apart Now they say the same words Of what used to be What used to be I blame

The shining spoons of this town All point in your direction Can you keep a secret? We can trust you, we can throw you Are you sitting on your feet?

of the chart Has crushed my evil heart I love you anyway (I love you anyway) I promise there's no other state (there's no other state) But only if you