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It's in the singing of a street corner choir
It's going home and getting warm by the fire
It's true, wherever you find love it feels like Christmas
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DOOMED, SCROOGE, YOU'RE DOOMED FOR ALL TIME
YOUR FUTURE IS A HORROR STORY WRITTEN BY YOUR CRIMES
YOUR CHAINS ARE FORGED
BY WHAT YOU SAY AND DO
SO HAVE YOUR FUN
WHEN LIFE IS DONE
A NIGHTMARE WAITS FOR YOU