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The dealer shoots the moon

Pulled that card from up your sleeve

Now you’re up, you bought twenty-four double vodka shots for yourself on

Christmas Eve

Five finger fillet

Is not the game

And there’s blood on the seams of your Sunday best jeans

I hope grandma doesn’t notice today

You’re the best around this dead end town

But it won’t get you out of here

So you better make your face up with that

Christmas cheer

I hate to take your money, but it’s better off with me

Just trying to save you from yourself on this punk drunk Christmas Eve

winter

And it’s a ghost town

At least the drinks are free

Till you’re out on the beach

And you’re howling at the sea

I want to help you

And you’re broken

But you can’t take my advice

Oh, won't you please come home for Christmas

Be it sober, be it high?

I hate to take your money, but it’s better off with me

Just trying to save you from yourself on this punk drunk Christmas Eve

Bring out the tonight

Sing 'till the mornin' light

Oh, oh, oh, oh

There’s nowhere I’d rather be on Christmas Eve

Bring out the tonight

(Bring out the tonight)

Sing 'till the mornin' light

(Sing 'till the mornin' light)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

There’s nowhere I’d rather be on Christmas Eve

Bring out the tonight

(Bring out the tonight)

Sing 'till the mornin' light

(Sing 'till the mornin' light)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

There’s nowhere I’d rather be on Christmas Eve

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