| Walking home
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| The city shutting down without the gift
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| Of any dollars lost today
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| Down the line — a fire
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| In a house we dream, we own
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| I wanna jump to somewhere we aren’t now
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| But I know one day we will
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| And if we dream ourselves into a lather
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| We know nothing is true
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| And will this be the year we bring it back into the focus
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| Tell the truth
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| And be the ones who rise above it
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| Fallen snow
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| Our footprints are unlikely falling
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| Yet again, again, again
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| Yet again, again, again
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| Forget the faith
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| We’ll reminisce of simple times
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| When we kissed, the fragile hearts of beds were
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| , a window pane and light reflecting
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| Yet again, again, again
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| Yet again, again, again
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| Yet again, again, again
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| Yet again, again, again
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| , our noses pressed against the window pane
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| Everyone just walks away
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| Yeah
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| I’m a child whose heart was built to never fade
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| Awaken to a Christmas time
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| Awaken to a Christmas time
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| We made the choice
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| A selfish one, we must be certain
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| We would be the only ones
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| To raise a child
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| We’d leave it to the ones remaining |
| It’s not like we’re the only ones
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| But now I think
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| That we’d have built a better family
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| To those again, again, again
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| To those again, again, again
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| To those again, again, again
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| To those again, again, again
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe
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| Merry Christmas, maybe |