| Through all these years
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| Into crossfires of conflicts
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| Buried in your eyes are bloodstain of fears.
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| You’ve trekked through a life.
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| All homeless and loveless,
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| Wounded and in near death.
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| I wonder if you’ll ever find
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| The healing comfort of His cradle.
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| Can I be your Santa?
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| Can I be the gift?
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| Can I be your hero?
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| Can I be your freedom?
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| Ooooh, ooooooh
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| This Christmas.
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| Painful tears and of cold roads are fading.
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| Enough of sadness
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| Days ahead are brighter.
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| Angels' little hands are reaching to raise you.
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| The kindness of Yuletide from the heavens.
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| So let me be your Santa.
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| Let me be your gift.
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| Let me be your hero.
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| Let me be your freedom.
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| Oooooh, oooooh
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| This Christmas.
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| I’ll never be our savior in a manger.
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| Instead, a friend who will stand by your side.
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| So let me be your Santa
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| Let me be your gift.
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| Let me be your hero.
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| Let me be your freedom.
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| So let me be your Santa.
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| Let me be the light.
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| Let me be your hero
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| Who will set you free.
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| Oooooh, oooooh
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| This Christmas. |