| Empty manger, perfect stranger, about to be born
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| Into darkness, sadness, desperate madness, creation so torn
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| We were so lost on earth, no peace, no worth, no way to escape
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| In fear, no faith, no hope, no grace, and no light
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| But that was the night before Christmas
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| Warm hay, cold sweat, a mother, not yet, praying Godspeed the dawn
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| She looks to her man, holding her hand, they wonder how long
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| And the shepherds, wise men come to find them and bow to a king
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| One star above shining on love, so bright it lit up the night before Christmas
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| And the world didn’t know mercy was meek and so mild
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| And the world didn’t know that truth was as pure as a child
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| The night before Christmas
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| The night before Christmas
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| And the world didn’t know, redemption was sweet and so strong
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| And the world didn’t know salvation was writing a song
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| The night before Christmas
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| The night before Christmas
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| The night before Christmas
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| Empty manger, perfect stranger, about to be born |