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My life is in a mess and seems like I'm tired of having to face all the struggles my life is bringing to me now. I'm wishing that there could be a Santa Clause who could grant me a special gift.. (feels like I need a fairy godfather)

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They Used To Tell Me About Santa Clause

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Published: February 2010

They used to tell me about being good
They used to tell me about not to pout
They used to tell me about Santa Clause
And they used to tell me that he'll come

And then I used to look up at the stars
Looking for some sparks in the sky
Hoping it will be reindeers and bells
And gifts popping under our Christmas tree

I've been used to look up at the stars
For half the age of my life
And then I used to forget about Santa Clause
About him coming for my gift

I've been waiting for him
I was innocent then and bubbly
I kept looking out the window
Waiting for the sight of him

But he didn't come
Until I got to this age of my life
Living my own life
And living in the world of "reality"

But now I look back again
Remembering how they used
To tell me about Santa Clause
And I always have wanted him to be true

I have wanted him to be true
Wishing in the deepest of my hearts
He'll be here someday
And grant the biggest gift I ever wanted

And I've always be used to be good
And I've always be used not to pout
And I've always believed in Santa Clause
That someday he'll grant the biggest gift I ever wanted
Even though it's never gonna be real

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