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Forum-Index → Forum Games → Mods! Please Delete!"Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right
But he'll never never fight over you."
Drop Pop Candy.
What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's white things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children throwing snowballs
Instead of throwing heads
They're busy building toys
And absolutely no one's dead
There's frost on every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging mistletoe, they kiss
Why that looks so unique, inspired
They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got a little tree, how queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering it with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're eveywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
(Speaking) Christmas Town? Hmm...
Second Alice was a tame
And tender gentle man.
Singing songs to all the folks,
Who lived in Wonderland.
Everyday he’d sing away to
All the girls and boys.
One by one, he’s spreading evil
Slowly with his voice.
Whenever he would sing,
People gathered round.
Madness took a hold of him,
Shot him dead to the ground.
Blood stained the roses
To a bright and somber red.
Once loved and enjoyed by all,
The man was left for dead.

”Hello There! I am Alter Ego, your technological guide!"
A thousand miles seems pretty far but they've got planes and trains and cars, I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us, and we'll just laugh along because we know that none of them have felt this way
Woke up on the right side of the bed
What's up with this Prince song inside my head?