| The Christmas decorations
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| Look ragged and rusty
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| A little sooty with coal dust
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| Santa’s missing an eye
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| The neon sign flickers
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| On the cinder block tavern
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| By the Salvation Army
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| And the plumbers supply
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| The old downtown mission
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| Has John 3:16 painted
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| In all capital letters
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| Above cans full of trash
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| But the paint is all peeling
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| Broken glass on the sidewalk
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| Glitters like chandeliers
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| Somebody smashed
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| And my soul feels as empty
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| As a brown paper bag
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| The drained bottle inside it
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| Bought with bummed change
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| 40 ounces of liquor
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| For 30 pieces of silver
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| And your temporary suicide
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| Has all been arranged
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| It’s like an angel starts singing
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| An old gospel song
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| In that part of town where
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| No angel belongs
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| But what is this music
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| That falls on my ear
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| It’s the very first snowfall
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| Of a very long year
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| I’m so far from home
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| And all that’s familiar
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| Every prodigal knows
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| How this story goes
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| Was I just runnin' from what’s
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| Too dark to mention
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| Or were angels escorting me
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| God only knows
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| So help me Maria
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| We heard the same call
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| Our hearts felt as free
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| As a dove newly flown
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| When a big city beckons
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| Ah you just can’t imagine
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| You’re left with no choice
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| Yeah, you just have to go
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| It’s like an angel starts singing
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| An old gospel song
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| In that part of town where
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| No angel belongs
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| But what is this music
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| That falls on deaf ears
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| It’s the very first snowfall
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| Of a very long year
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| There’s two stray dogs runnin'
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| In Newport, Kentucky
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| They’ve got a secret
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| No one else knows
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| This old dirty city
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| Is cleansed of its sin
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| We’re all light-hearted lovers
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| We’re all beautiful beggars
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| We’re all innocent children
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| As soon as it snows
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| It’s like an angel starts singing
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| An old gospel song
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| In that part of town where
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| No angel belongs
|
| But what is this music
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| Are these God’s silent tears?
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| It’s the very first snowfall
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| Of a very long year
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| It’s the very first snowfall
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| Of a very long year
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| It’s the very first snowfall
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| Of a very long year |