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I'm dreaming of a Black Christmas Just like the ones nobody knows Where a man lives in the attic Your wish the phone had static Each call is every filthy word you know I'm dreaming of a black Christmas With every SOS I write May your knife be sharpened and bright Now get out of the house, don't try and fight!
By Frank Liotti, Eila Mell4.7
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I'm dreaming of a Black Christmas Just like the ones nobody knows Where a man lives in the attic Your wish the phone had static Each call is every filthy word you know I'm dreaming of a black Christmas With every SOS I write May your knife be sharpened and bright Now get out of the house, don't try and fight!