| Looking out the window of this hollywood hotel
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| You’d never know that it was christmas eve
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| The billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells
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| And the temperature is 84 degrees
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| I can hear the traffic on the crowded strip below
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| As the palm trees poke their heads above the scene
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| There’s not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows
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| And santa drives a rolls royce limosine
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| But all along the rockies you can feel it in the air
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| From telluride to boulder down below
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| The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
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| Is a quiet christmas morning in the colorado snow
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| I remember christmases when I was just a boy
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| In the morning I would run to see the tree
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| And the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of christmas joy
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| Well, I always thought they sang them just for me
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| Now the sun is setting in the california sky
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| And I can’t find the spirit anywhere
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| So I think it’s time for me to tell los angeles goodbye
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| I’m going back home toook for christmas there
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| But all along the rockies you can feel it in the air
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| From telluride to boulder down below
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| The closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
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| Is a quiet christmas morning in the colorado snow |