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com. Six! When I was small I believed in Santa Claus, though I knew it was my dad.

And I would hang up my stocking at Christmas,

hoping my presents, and I'd be glad.

But the last time I played for the Christmas,

I stood outside a department store,

a gang of kids came over and bugged me, a knock

my rained it to the floor. He said, Father Christmas, give us some money.

No mess around with all the city toys.

We'll meet you up.

If we come hand it over, we want to break.

So don't make us a noise give all the choice to the little rich boy. Don't give my sister a carpenter. He don't want the jinx or I'm an openly money.

We only want the real record.

Mother Christmas, give us the money.

We'll beat you up if you make us a noise.

Father Christmas, give us some money.

Don't mess around with those civic toys.

The give my daddy a job because he needs work.

He's got lost his mouth to feed.

But if you've got what I have a machine gun

so I can scare all the kids on the street

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