| One Christmas in London
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| December air
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| Red busses, snow angels, Trafalgar Square
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| And now the 2 two of us are walking there
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| Remember how it used to be
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| You never told me how to love you
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| We never spoke of it at all
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| But Christmas Day when you passed my way
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| We heard the Bells of St. Paul
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| All season, and New Years
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| They rang for me
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| That winter, was more then
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| A dream could be
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| And every morning what i woke to find
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| Would in the evening still be there?
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| We never talked about forever
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| We were in love and through it all
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| Our hearts would sing, every time they’d ring
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| The ancient Bells of St. Paul
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| I searched for a thousand hours
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| Through the town
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| And all the places we knew
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| Past grand old castles and Gothic towers
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| Hoping they would lead me to you
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| You never told me how to find you
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| I had to try first and fall
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| But all is grand
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| When you take my hand
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| We’ll find the love we recall
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| And hear the Bells of St. Paul |