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| 1. |
| 3:02 | 
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| 2. |
| 2:27 |
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| 3. |
| 2:42 |
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| 4. |
| 3:09 |
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| 5. |
| 2:45 |
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| 6. |
| 3:01 |
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| 7. |
| 3:09 |
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| 8. |
| 2:48 |
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| 9. |
| 2:49 |
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| 10. |
| 2:45 |
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| 11. |
| 3:00 |
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| 12. |
| 3:18 |
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| 13. |
| 2:35 |
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| 14. |
| 2:33 |
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| 15. |
| 2:38 |
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| 16. |
| 2:54 |
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| 17. |
| 2:26 |
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| 18. |
| 3:20 |
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| 19. |
| 2:45 |
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| 20. |
| 2:44 |
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| 21. |
| 2:44 |
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| 22. |
| 2:48 |
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| 23. |
| 2:16 |
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| 24. |
| 2:49 |
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| 25. |
| 2:26 |
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| Disc 2 | ||||||
| 1. |
| 2:56 |
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| 2. |
| 2:58 |
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| 3. |
| 3:13 |
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| 4. |
| 3:13 |
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| 5. |
| 3:03 |
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| 6. |
| 2:21 |
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| 7. |
| 3:00 |
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| 8. |
| 2:38 |
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| 9. |
| 2:44 |
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| 10. |
| 2:29 |
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| 11. |
| 2:43 | 
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You're all I want for Christmas
All I want my whole life through Each day is just like Christmas Anytime that I'm with you You're all I want for Christmas And if all my dreams come true Then I'll awake on Christmas morning And find my stockings filled with you Each day is just like Christmas Anytime that I'm with you You're all I want for Christmas And if all my dreams come true Then I'll awake on Christmas morning And find my stockings filled with you |
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| 12. |
| 2:16 |
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Here comes Santa Claus!
Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! Vixen and Blitzen and all his reindeer are pulling on the reins. Bells are ringing, children singing; All is merry and bright. Hang your stockings and say your prayers, 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. Here comes Santa Claus! Here comes Santa Claus! Right down Santa Claus Lane! He's got a bag that is filled with toys for the boys and girls again. Hear those sleigh bells jingle jangle, What a beautiful sight. Jump in bed, cover up your head, 'Cause Santa Claus comes tonight. |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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| 14. |
| 2:36 |
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| 15. |
| 3:04 |
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The young gentleman came riding past
On a snow-blue winter's day He asked to drink by our fire And I was pleased to let him stay He drank there quietly for a while And then he turned and said to me Your eyes are green like summer grass Your lips are red like a fresh-cut rose Your hair is soft like an Irish stream And your voice is filled with sweet beauty And the last words I heard him say were I shall return, for you, my love, on Christmas Day And the night will come, but I won't sleep As I watch the stars that lead him I cannot place where he is But still my heart goes with him I'm saving all my Sunday clothes For the day that I'll be leaving Father knows, my sister knows And my friends, they're happy for me And the priest he says, you should thank God For the blessing of such beauty And the last words I heard him say were I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day And the last words I heard him say Were the last words I ever heard him say I shall return for you my love on Christmas Day I said I will return on Christmas Day And yes, I shall return on Christmas day I shall return, for you, on Christmas Day My love, I will return on Christmas Day I shall return, my love, on Christmas Day On Christmas Day |
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| 16. |
| 3:33 |
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| 17. |
| 2:16 |
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| 18. |
| 2:24 |
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| 19. |
| 2:23 |
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| 20. |
| 3:03 |
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| 21. |
| 2:15 |
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| 22. |
| 2:47 |
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| 23. |
| 2:30 |
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| 24. |
| 2:20 |
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| 25. |
| 3:05 |
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Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful
Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so good No one could be so gentle and so lovable Oh, my pa-pa, he always understood Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter Oh, my pa-pa, so funny, so adorable Always the clown, so funny in his way Oh, my pa-pa, to me he was so wonderful Deep in my heart I miss him so today |
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