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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeYule Shoot Your Eye Out
These are your good yearsdon't take my adviceyou never wanted the nice boys anywayand I'm of good cheercause I've been checking my listthe gifts you're receiving from mewill beone awkward silenceand two hopes you cry yourself to sleepstaying up, waiting by the phoneand all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to mebefore you bury yourself alivedon't come home for Christmasyou're the last thing I wanna seeunderneath the treemerry Christmas, I could care lesshappy new years babyyou owe methe best gift I will ever ask fordon't call me up, when the snow comes downits the only thing I want this yearone awkward silenceand two hopes you cry yourself to sleepstaying up, waiting by the phoneall I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breathe to mebefore you bury yourself alivedon't come home for Christmasyou're the last thing I wanna seeunderneath the treemerry Christmas, I could care lessdon't come home for Christmasyou're the last thing I wanna seeunderneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)merry Christmas, I could care lessdon't come home for Christmasyou're the last thing I wanna seeunderneath the tree (don't come home for Christmas)merry Christmas, I could care less
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