| I wasn’t going home that particular
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| December
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| It was snowing outside and I remember seeing a man on the side of the road
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| He was tall and thin
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| And looked a lot like me
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| But with a tattered coat and ripped up jeans
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| He had lost his way and he had no home
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| He said «I was a man of fortune and fame
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| Everywhere I went they knew my name
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| I had everything I thought a man could ever need
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| But every Christmas season there’d be another reason
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| That I’d have to tell my friends that I wasn’t gonna see em
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| For another year or til things slowed down
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| Well they never slowed down
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| They only sped up
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| And eventually my family and friends got fed up
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| And I was all alone when I started to fall
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| Well I fell so hard, I fell so fast
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| They say the higher you go, the bigger the crash
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| Like a tree in the woods, no one heard a sound"
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| Then he got real quite and started shuffling through his coat
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| Then he looked back at me and said here is a note
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| That I want you to read this time each year
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| Well I started to shake
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| Cause I was startled to see
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| That the note I was reading was written by me
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| When I looked again he had disappeared
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| And it said:
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| Home ain’t home without your family
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| Christmas ain’t Christmas without your friends
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| Love ain’t something that you find beneath the tree
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| But it is the gift in the end |