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Then one foggy Christmas Eve, Santa came to say
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| Rudolph, with your nose so bright . . . Won't you guide my sleigh tonight ? | |
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That's when Rudolph said . . .
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| Hey, Get Stuffed. You always treated me unfair. You and your sycophantic snob friends can burn in hell for all I care. | |
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| I'm so sick of being picked on 'cuz I don't look the same as you. You're so nice now that you need me. Well, why don't you all go get screwed? | |
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| Hear me, fat boy? Why don't you all go get screwed? Get Screwed. | |
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