| Sorry I can’t get back
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| To give you your present this Christmas
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| There’s nothing I’d have wanted more
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| Than to see you smile
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| I’m stranded here at the gates
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| With just two things between us
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| The snow and three thousand miles
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| You know I don’t plan ahead
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| My best friend is tomorrow
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| But I’ve been ready for the holidays
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| For quite a while
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| Now I’m sitting at the airport bar
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| Where the only thing hard to swallow
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| Is the snow and three thousand miles
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| It’s coming down, covering the ground
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| And every white Christmas dream is coming true
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| But this holy night and this beautiful sight
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| Is only lonely without you
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| I’m back here on the porch
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| Almost midnight before Christmas
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| You oughta know that giving up is not my style
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| And now it’s just your front door
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| Standing here between us
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| Not the snow or three thousand miles
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| It’s coming down, covering the ground
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| And every white Christmas dream is coming true
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| But this holy night and this beautiful sight
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| Is only lonely without you
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| Here in each other’s arms
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| Nothing can come between us
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| Not the snow or three thousand miles
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| Not even snow or three thousand miles |