| And I see forests and it’s the 25th of December
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| And my old man plays the piano for Christmas
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| He plays the piano for Christmas
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| And we’re all there, all the aunties and uncles
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| And the angel’s on the top of the tree
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| Up there on the top of the tree
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| And I never, no I never ever realized
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| And I never, no I never ever realized
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| Have I enough time, have I just some time
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| To revisit, to go back, to return, to open my mouth again
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| And say something different this time
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| And I see bags of newspaper and a car in the carport
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| And you’re a grown-up and still unsure
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| And I’m thirty and I don’t know nothin' no more
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| And I never, no I never ever realized
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| And I never, no I never ever realized
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| And I’m sitting, sitting on the top of the stairs
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| And you’re crying out on the towpath by the river
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| With all the swans and all the people walking by
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| And all of a sudden I’m stuck with an urge to unlock a door
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| With a key that’s too big for my hands
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| And I drop it, and it falls at your feet
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| Come on, come on, it’s there at your feet
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| And I never, no I never ever realized
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| And I never, no I never ever realized |