| My Mother called me today asking when I’m coming home
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| «We've got a ticket for you darling from Heathrow
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| Terminal 3 on December twenty-three
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| We’ll meet you at the airport at "
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| Now your mother’s on the telephone from Sweden
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| She wants to know what day’ll suit you better
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| And how much time you get off from your work this year
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| And I know I should go home
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| But I don’t wanna be alone
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| If I stay here in the cold maybe I’ll be warm
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| And I really miss my family
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| But this Christmas I’ll be sad if I have to leave you to be with them
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| Baby oh, Regent Street is sparkling with some commercial Disney thing
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| And we’ll go dancing like drunken snowmen in Camden
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| Meet me in New York
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| Watch bands play in the K-Shop
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| Take photos of each other on Old East Corner
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| And the swans look silver in the light
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| And the family will gather around the tree
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| Old, sad uncles will have their feed
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| After lunch we’ll be on the beach
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| And the waves will carry me
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| And I know I should go home
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| But I don’t wanna be alone
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| If I stay here in the cold maybe I’ll be warm
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| And I really miss my family
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| But this Christmas I’ll be sad if I have to leave you to be with them
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| Baby I, Regent Street is sparkling with some commercial Disney thing
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| And we’ll go dancing like drunken snowmen in Camden
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| On the thirteenth of December in Sweden
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| Pretty girls with candles in their hair
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| We’d make snow angels if we were there
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| And the breath from our lips would frost the air |