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Empty manger, perfect stranger about to be born |
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Into darkness, sadness, desperate madness, creation so torn |
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We were so lost on earth, no peace, no worth |
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No way to escape |
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In fear, no faith, no hope, no grace, and no light |
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But that was the night before Christmas |
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Warm hay, cold sweat, a mother, not yet |
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Praying godspeed the dawn |
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She looks to her man, holding her hand, they wonder how long |
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And the shepherds, wise men come to find them, and bow to a king |
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One star above shining on love |
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So bright it lit up the night before Christmas. |
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And the world didn't know mercy was meek and so mild |
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And the world didn't know that truth was as pure as a child |
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The night before Christmas |
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The night before Christmas |
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And the world didn't know redemption was sweet and so strong |
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And the world didn't know salvation was writing a song |
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The night before Christmas |
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The night before Christmas |
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The night before Christmas |
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Empty manger, perfect stranger about to be born |
