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What do you wanna know ?
So what, losing another one
Going in the same direction ?
So i ll be top notch
Let’s get him a rock
I saw why you like it ya’ ah ah ah
Another dot turning,
Turning into a black old seed
You’re my one champion’s song
You’re my one champion’s song
You’re my one champion’s song
You’re my one champion’s song

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

While shepherds kept their watching,
O'er silent flocks by night,
Behold throughout the heavens,
There shone a Holy light.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Down in a lowly manger,
Our humble Christ was born,
And brought us all salvation,
That blessed Christmas morn.

So go, tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and far away,
Go, tell it on the mountain,
That Jesus Christ is born,
That Jesus Christ is born.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

And surely you will buy your cup,
And surely I'll buy mine!

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say,
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep,
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

I can hear you say,
Say that it’s over now,
Somehow now it’s the end,
But I can’t pretend,
Pretend that we’ll be free,
Of memories my friend.

A bittersweet story,
Can only be,
A reason to depend,
On what we patiently,
Keep believing,
And I can see.

The day is gonna come,
Our song will have been sung,
But we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.

S’been a long, long day,
Maybe the next time round,
We’ll have found a way,
To keep the storm away,
Maybe that big old cloud,
Won’t get around anymore.

And if our hearts are worn,
Our compass torn,
By currents out in the air,
We’ll find a place where we,
Can keep believing,
I see where.

The day is gonna come,
Our song will have been sung,
But we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.

Oh, we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun,
Oh, we will find the sun,
Yes, we will find the sun again.