| By this time a harder rocking stage
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| Would be impossible to find
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| And though no one was now drinking
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| The owner did not seem to mind
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| And the angel marveled how one man
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| Could turn around a life
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| And then that life turn around another’s
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| And how it rippled through this night
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| But there was someone in that room
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| Whose heart had not been changed
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| A heart that had grown so hard
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| You’d have thought it could never be arranged
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| It was the businessman from downtown
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| Who had stopped there to rest his feet
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| And he clung to his drink
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| (where he watched his thoughts sink)
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| While any strangers, he refused to greet
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| You could see upon his face
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| How happiness had been so long deferred
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| It was practically as if unhappiness
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| Had somehow become preferred
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| Now the angel had not seen the businessman
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| Though they had in that room been near
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| Nor did the angel see him as he left the bar
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| When he could no longer stand this christmas cheer
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| And as the businessman exited the door
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| He heard someone complaining on the tv
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| It was the «grinch"ranting against christmas
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| And the man found that he agreed
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| What is christmas?
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| Tinseled fairytales
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| Day old stockings lined up in a row
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| What is christmas
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| Could someone tell me that?
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| What is christmas?
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| Surely, i don’t know
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| And everywhere these lights
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| Who needs to color night?
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| Could this whole thing be planned?
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| I do not understand
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| This christmas
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| Trees with colored lights
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| Underneath they still are only trees
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| Do you think that one day perhaps they might
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| Find that christmas
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| Is kind of a disease?
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| Every year it’s waiting for me
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| Waiting for me
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| Every year it constantly defies
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| Placing strangers
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| There before me
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| There before me
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| Spreading hope and cheer
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| Mixed in with happiness
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| Fraternal bliss and other christmas lies!
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| And there’s one more thing that i have discovered
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| And i would now like you to know
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| The reason for christmas i now realize
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| Is an excuse to tolerate snow
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| Snow!
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| I don’t even like the sound of it
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| Anyway, where was i
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| Oh, yes!
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| What is christmas?
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| Candles everywhere
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| A fire hazard any other day
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| Children light them
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| No one seems to care
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| All for christmas
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| Every year it returns here
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| And every year it’s waiting for me
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| Why can’t christmas disappear
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| And just pretend it never saw me
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| Every year i get my hopes up
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| That it will somehow just leave
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| But every year i wake to find
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| That once again it now is christmas eve |