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The first of December, a wood burning stove makes a nice friend if you've no place to go.
Neighbors hang lights from their fences and roofs, but I cannot watch, it reminds me of you.
Ornaments dangle from juniper trees. Snow coats the ground and I'm trying to sleep, but my mind is racing like a sleigh strung with bells.
I am afraid of what comes in the mail. Greeting cards - I'll feed to the fire. Smoldering remains of my desire.
So Christmas is coming, and we're both alone. I hope that you're happy, 'cause my plans were blown, blown, blown.
Ooh ooooh ooooh hmmmm mmm mmm mmm (x2)
Na na na la la la la (x2)