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Last Christmas I gave you my heart

No.

Last Christmas you gave me a rape-date drink.

That is all I got,

not all I lost.

 

Last christmas you made me,

you made me give up my soul

No.

You took it.

 

Last Christmas you took all I had,

but my fear;

my smile, my faith - me.

 

Last Christmas you took my trust in the world,

because of you I hide away.

 

Last Christmas I gave up my faith

No.

You took it.

 

Last Christmas.

 

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