Good king wencelas last looked out On the feast love stephen (? ) While the snow lay round a bout Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though the frost was cruel When a frenchman came along Carrying nuclear fuel
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Hey son where ya going with those presents in your hand I said hey son (...? ...) He said no way son no way there's work to be done He said remember the christmas spirit now Put away your gun (...? ...) let's go now
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