| I’ve taken all my things from work
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| I’ve gathered all my gifts for her
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| And I’m driving down the motorway
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| Oh, I’m coming home for Christmas Day
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| Now I’ve got a song stuck in my head
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| And I’m dreaming of hot chocolate in bed
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| And I just can’t wait to be next to you
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| Oh, I hope you have a merry Christmas too
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| You like a Baileys, a glass of stout
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| My uncle’s drunk so I’ll kick him out
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| I hope that this won’t be the end
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| If one more Christmas we can spend
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| Filling stockings full of toys
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| Passing gifts to girls and boys
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| But I won’t feel the Christmas in me
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| If you’re not under the Christmas tree
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| I’m playing games with family and friends
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| This food is good, the eating never ends
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| But I’m missing one thing that’s on my mind
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| Oh, Christmas ain’t here till you are mine
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| So I sat and waited warm by the fire
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| And I’ll wait for the door to fulfill my desire
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| And I see you walking in from the snow
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| Oh, thank God finally Christmas is home
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| You like a Baileys, a glass of stout
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| My uncle’s drunk so I’ll kick him out
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| I hope that this won’t be the end
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| If one more Christmas we can spend
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| Filling stockings full of toys
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| Passing gifts to girls and boys
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| But I won’t feel the Christmas in me
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| If you’re not under the Christmas tree |