| Did you ever see the faces of the children?
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| They get so excited
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| Waking up on Christmas morning
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| Hours before the winter sun’s ignited
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| They believe in dreams and all they mean
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| Including heaven’s generosity
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| Peeping round the door
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| To see what boxes are for free, in curiosity
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| Tommy doesn’t know what day it is
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| Doesn’t know who Jesus was or what praying is
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| How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
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| Surrounded by his friends, he sits so silently
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| And unaware of everything
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| Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose
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| And smiles and pokes his tongue at everything
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| I believe in love
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| But how can men who’ve never seen
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| Light be enlightened? |
| Only if he’s cured
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| Will his spirit’s future level ever heighten?
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| Tommy doesn’t know what day it is
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| Doesn’t know who Jesus was or what praying is
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| How can he be saved from the eternal grave? |