Lyrics:
millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His reindeer's
I've loved you for a million years
And if I thought our love was ending
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears
You are (dance)
You are
compare
That "one in a million" air
In everything you do
You have that something, that certain manner
You thrill me more than the "Star Spangled Banner"
the beginning
Though I've loved you for a million years
And if I thought our love was ending
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears
You are
of well-being
and a million lagers
Sail away
Sail away, Sail away
Sail away, Sail away
Sail away, Sail away on this ship
On this ship of beers
The sea
They're pain - they're bodies
Continue to puke
Airborn
Spreading
Infecting
Millions
Bleeding eyes
Aching bodies
Scream in horror
Stop the killing
There's no
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
making a million
My lawyer got me a book deal
Now I'm making a killing just from making a killing
I got an agent for the publicity
An accountant
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
somehow changed effecting the inside
My life is a world in a visual vortex
Where reality and thought drift through time
I'm a million miles from
millions but no stories to tell
Climbed on top of his mountain of money & found he was all alone
To live a life in the name of money was the opportunity he
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His reindeer's
What's it like to be a perfect person?
What's it like to have a million friends?
To never disappoint nobody, never have any breaches to mend?
a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you
qualm was this Indian man
See, Tommy and his people knew the flav
And to really make it happen they went and got a million slaves
Stripped them off their
Million Miles From Reality
Grief Forwarded To Pain And Anger
Meet The Spirit Of The Times Past
Separate The Soul From The Cycle
Gather Into Your
He's got millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His
with you
Anything you want me to, anything to be with you
If I had to chose a million dollars or you
I'd chose you,I'd chose you
Ohh you
I would
millions of stockings to fill on Christmas day
You'd better write your letter now
And mail it right away
Because he's getting ready
His reindeer's
barn
A million stars
They pick me up and spin me
And now I am floating
In a land of confusion
Or is it reality
Or just an illusion
the beginning
Though I've loved you for a million years
And if I thought our love was ending
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears
You are
time
I know I'll probably never make a million bucks
But saving accounts and the IRS
Never worry me much
I don't need that stuff
Cause I've got
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