| As I’m getting older, years pass by quicker than before
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| Summer’s been and gone, now winter is knocking down the door
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| As the weeks fly by and we’re lining on the tree
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| I’ll shed a tear this Christmas for how it used to be
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| There’s no fairy tales in New York
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| No one turning up on a sleigh
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| No stopping the cavalry this Christmas day
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| And the radio still plays all the classic songs
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| Without you by my side, I can’t bear to sing along
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| Cause it’s not the same, this Christmas day
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| There’s a spare seat at the table
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| And it’s where you used to be
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| All the tears that I’ve cried, cause I miss you inside
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| But it’s worse at Christmas time
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| We must still have the lives
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| And we always shared the love
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| And we try to move on, to get on with our lives
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| But we still have the hurt
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| There’s no fairy tales in New York
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| No one turning up on a sleigh
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| No stopping the cavalry this Christmas day
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| And the radio still plays all the classic songs
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| Without you by my side, I can’t bear to sing along
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| Cause it’s not the same, this Christmas day
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| There’s no fairy tales in New York
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| No one turning up on a sleigh
|
| No stopping the cavalry this Christmas day
|
| And the radio still plays all the classic songs
|
| Without you by my side, I can’t bear to sing along
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| Cause it’s not the same, this Christmas day
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| It’s not the same, this Christmas day
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| It’s not the same, this Christmas day |