| I remember I was sitting in this little cafe
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| Some where out in the middle of L. A
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| It was almost Christmas and I was all alone
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| Suddenly He appeared, hungry, cold and tired
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| Headed straight for me, He sat down uninvited
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| What was on my mind when I didn’t say
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| 'Cause what He said to me, I think of every Christmas day
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| He said that He was Jesus born in Bethlehem
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| And that He died for us but somehow we’d forgotten Him
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| Maybe He was lying just above my father’s tree
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| But He said that He was Jesus and I just had to believe
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| I sat there in stunned silence and when His eyes met mine
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| I just pushed my plate to Him and He said, «You're mighty kind»
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| And I admit I had my doubts but I just couldn’t take the chance
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| I know the good book says, «You gotta help your fellow man»
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| And He said that He was Jesus born in Bethlehem
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| And that He died for us but somehow we’d forgotten Him
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| Maybe He was lying just above my father’s tree
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| But He said that He was Jesus and I just had to believe
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| I may never know if it was Jesus in that chair
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| All I really know is that I’m sure that He was there
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| He said that He was Jesus born in Bethlehem
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| And that He died for us but somehow we’d forgotten Him
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| Maybe He was lying just above my father’s tree
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| But He said that He was Jesus and I just had to believe
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| Yep, I was sitting in this little cafe
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| Some where out in the middle of L. A
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| It was almost Christmas, I was all alone |