Wake up, it's Christmas mourn'
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Those loved has long since gone
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The stockings are hung but who cares
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Preserved for those no longer there
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Six feet beneath me sleep
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Black lights hang from the tree
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Accents of dead holly
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Whoa mistletoe
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(It's growing cold)
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I'm seeing ghosts
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(I'm drinking old)
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Red water
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Red water
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(Red water)
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Red water chase them away
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My table's been set for but seven
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Just last year I dined with eleven
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God damn ye merry gentlemen
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Whoa mistletoe
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(It's growing cold)
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I'm seeing ghosts
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(I'm drinking old)
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Red water
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Red water
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(Red water)
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Red water chase them away
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Red Water (Christmas Mourning)
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| Type O Negative |
