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I can't remember smiles on Christmas day |
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And even if I smile it wasn't real anyway |
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What I do recall is laying in the snow |
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And wishing I didn't have to go home |
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I know this isn't what you want to hear |
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But I'm not looking forward to Christmas this year |
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it |
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And hope to find the reason on this day |
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That I can breakaway |
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And start over, but I'm not so sure |
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That this one will be different than the last |
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past |
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I can always tell it's coming by the way |
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Silence winds are growing colder everyday |
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And I could hear the freezing hands of time |
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Slowing down as people pass me by |
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And I know this isn't what they want to hear |
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But I'm not looking forward to Christmas this year |
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it |
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And hope to find the reason on this day |
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That I can breakaway |
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And start over, but I'm not so sure |
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That this one will be different than the last |
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past |
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it |
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And hope to find the reason on this day |
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That I can breakaway |
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And start over, but I'm not so sure |
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That this one will be different than the last |
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past |
