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Christmas night, |
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Another fight, |
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Tears we cried, |
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A flood |
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Got all kinds of poison in, of poison in my blood |
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I took my feet |
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To Oxford Street, |
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Trying to right a wrong |
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"Just walk away," those windows say, but I can't believe she's gone. |
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When you're still waiting for the snow to fall |
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It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all |
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Up above candles on air flicker |
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Oh they flicker and they flow |
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And I am up here holding on to all those chandeliers of hope |
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And like some drunken Elvis singing |
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I go singing out of tune |
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Singing how I've always loved you, darling, and I always will |
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Oh when you're still waiting for the snow to fall |
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It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all |
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Still waiting for the snow to fall |
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It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all |
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Those Christmas lights light up the street |
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Down where the sea and city meet |
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May all your troubles soon be gone |
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Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on |
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Those Christmas lights light up the street |
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Maybe they'll bring her back to me |
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Then all my troubles will be gone |
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Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on |
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Oowwwhhhohooooowohohohoooo |
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Oh Christmas lights light up the street |
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Light up the fireworks in me |
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May all your troubles soon be gone |
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Those Christmas lights keep shining on |
