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the snow is at our door now
and i put on great boots
it's time to shovel all this conksuck frozen soup
when i'm finished with this i'll put up all the lights
and hella jeff and sweet bro will be measuring the heights
shit, let's be santa
i'll be your mister claus
and we'll fade away on christmas day
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geromy and peaches
they're putting trimmings on the tree
the star is meters off the ground
how high does it have to be
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