Your lies, your cheats Why should I belive anything you say The man with the whitest beard and the redest suit Never lies, you are not that lovely man I know I show you no mercy, I'm gonna tell of you The man that belived he was Santa The man of no type of sympathy for the children I curse you, with my real elf hands You are the man that will come back from no return Do fell what I feel Do you see what I see YOU SIT ON A THRONE OF LIES
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