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Outside the taxi window |
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on the way to catch my flight |
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i noticed snowflakes playing |
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in the ever failing light |
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when you dropped me at departures |
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i was really coming down |
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deep and crisp beneath |
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and it settled on the ground |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport |
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all the planes are grounded |
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and the fog is rolling in |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport |
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this year |
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doors are locked and bolted |
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let the festivities begin |
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the terminal was seething |
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without much christmas cheer |
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so i found an empty closet |
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and bedded down in there |
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when i woke much later |
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i was quite alone |
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checkin was deserted |
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everyone had gone |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport |
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i took a set of xrays and they came out very well |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport this year |
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now i'm doing santas sleighride on the baggage carussel |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport |
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i should be at the table with all my kith and kin |
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it looks like christmas, christmas at the airport this year |
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dont save me any turkey i found a burger in a bin |
