| Something happens right at Christmas time
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| We remember when today’s gone by
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| Dressing up the tree, and getting cozied up like families do
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| But thinking of these times reminds us of the ones that left too soon
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| But if we play their favorite Christmas song
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| Maybe they’ll hear and sing along
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| And if we string the lights up and turn them on
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| It’ll feel like they are here instead of feeling like they’re gone
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| So let’s play their favorite Christmas song
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| Ooh, whoa, oh, oh
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| Stockings hanging by the fireplace
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| The one that’s missing, it can’t be replaced
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| Stoking up the fire, and hearing carolers as they sing outside
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| You wanna keep the door closed, 'cause there’s something 'bout a silent night
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| But if we play their favorite Christmas song
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| Maybe they’ll hear and sing along
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| And if we string the lights up and turn them on
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| It’ll feel like they are here instead of feeling like they’re gone
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| So let’s play their favorite Christmas song
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| Oh, whoa, oh, oh
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| If they can only see us now
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| Oh, whoa, oh, oh
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| Wish they could be with us somehow
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| But if we play their favorite Christmas song
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| Maybe they’ll hear and sing along
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| And if we string the lights up and turn them on
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| It’ll feel like they are here instead of feeling like they’re gone
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| So let’s play their favorite Christmas song
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| Ooh, whoa, oh, oh
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| Their favorite Christmas song |