| We found one in a closet and one in a drawer
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| There’s no hiding place we won’t find anymore
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| We’d shake every present for any small clue
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| Of what lies beneath the words «from me to you»
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| But for every present left under a tree
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| There are things that we hoped for and never received
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| And the years and the yearning can make us forget
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| To be filled with wonder instead of regret
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| But Christmas is calling again
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| Leading us to Bethlehem
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| Where a child is waiting for you
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| When grown up dreams don’t come true
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| It sounds crazy, but a baby
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| Can make us all children again
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| When you want to forgive but the wound is so deep
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| And you ache for forgiveness for the secrets you keep
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| When the flower of your heart only feels like a thorn
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| And you long for the child that you were before
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| Christmas is calling again
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| Leading you to Bethlehem
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| Where a child is waiting for you
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| When grown up dreams don’t come true
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| It sounds crazy, but a baby
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| Can make us all children again
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| Afraid to be strangers
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| We circle the manger
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| And kneel down beside it again
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| But he wishes that we would crawl in
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| Where a child is waiting for you
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| When grown up dreams don’t come true
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| It sounds crazy, that a baby
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| Would ask for our hearts made of stone
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| And then give us a heart like his own
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| If we let him, he will begin
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| To make us all children again
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| We will be children again
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| God wrapped a gift that he hid in the world
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| Deep in the womb of an innocent girl
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| But when we were ready and on a dirt floor
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| Love found a way in and left open the door |