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It’s Christmas eve, I can’t believe that we are in this mess
a diverse cross section of terrorists are terrorizing guests
at a Christmas party full of Holly and six months of regrets
me in NY, you in LA, I’m sorry but I can’t say it yet
will I ever get to?
I’m still not great at taking flights, I get a little stressed
I’m just that kind of archetype, I can’t trust anyone else
however big or small the thing, I think I know what’s best
heavy handed, strong and silent savior in a plain white vest
but not quite right yet, so I make...
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my mistletoes and kick it into Christmas mode, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my mistletoes and punch it into Christmas mode
Hans, put your hands up. I was invited, you are the intruder
Hans, put your weapons down. I am the good guy, you are the Gruber
Karl, I’m sorry you lost your brother but it was him or me
I’m taking names and kicking ass here at Nakatomi, where I make...
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my mistletoes and kick it into Christmas mode, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my toes, I make
fists (fists) fists with my mistletoes and kick it into Christmas mode
Now the father of five is no longer alive
wouldn’t give up the safe to keep himself safe
what a brave guy
do they have thirty five floor high
skyscrapers in the sky
or do they just scrape by?
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