A studio apartment in a dull part of Seattle A strand of light suspended By a thumb tack in the drywall The restaurants are closed So are the record shops The banks, and bars, and Bartell Drugs And sos the half price book store But the movies are always open And I always have to open A repertory movie house Well life is not so wonderful For 15 soggy patrons Who have no better place to be Not to mention me Im working for a holiday wage My family is two time zones away Im supposed to call them My vodka and snow is melting The alcohol isnt helping Sometimes, you have to work on Christmas sometimes You have to work on Christmas sometimes You gotta work on Christmas I doubt Ill miss this Theres an artificial tree Blinking in the lobby Sitting on the coffee table, yeah Strangers and spare changers Stand in line like poor relations At some kind of sad reunion And Im selling the tickets They come in out of the weather For Christmas alone together Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes You have to work on Christmas, sometimes You have to work on Christmas I doubt Ill miss this next year Sometimes you have to work on Christmas, sometimes You gotta work on Christmas, sometimes You have to work on Christmas I doubt Ill miss this at all
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