| Well I know that on Earth it is Christmas now
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| And I hope there’ll be days in the snow
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| When I return many light years on
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| Though my friends will have died long ago
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| And the rain makes a sound like the asteroids
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| There are worlds made of ice in the clouds
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| I’m receiving transmissions they broadcast long ago
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| They remind me of things I have seen
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| All the people and cities and crowds
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| Ring the bells, ring the bells, ring them
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| Ring the bells, ring the bells, I can still hear them
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| Here on the way to the stars
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| About now back on earth it is Christmas time
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| There’ll be logs in the grate, they will burn
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| I’m alone tape recording memories
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| For it all will have changed when I return
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| And the rain is so strange in the Milky Whey
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| I see cloudscapes of purple and green
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| Candleabras are shooting off firework displays
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| And I’m writing the things I have seen
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| People shopping and sparks from a train
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| Well I know that on Earth it is Christmas now
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| But in space time goes by so slow
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| At the speed of light one single night
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| Is a year to the people back home |