| I cried when I wrote this, I’ll always remember
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| The worst kind of lonely is alone in December
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| The act of forgiveness is always a mystery
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| The meltin' of ice and the future of history, yeah
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| Some call it obsession, I call it commitment
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| I make my confession, I make it in public
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| I hope that it’s helpful, that others can use it
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| That it’s more than my ego, my need to abuse it
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| And here it is
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| The leaves on the oak tree hold on through the winter
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| They’re brown and they’re brittle and they clatter together
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| I can’t seem to let go, I’m so scared of losin'
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| The deeper the love goes, the deeper the bruisin', yeah
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| The trouble with talkin' is it makes you sound clever
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| And the trouble with waitin' is you’ll just wait forever
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| There’s a loop of excuses that plays in your mind
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| And makes the truth even harder to find
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| And here it is
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| When they blow Gabriel’s horn, rip fiction from fact
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| I wanna get caught in some radical act
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| Of love and redemption, the sound of warm laughter
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| Some true conversation with a friend or my lover, yeah
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| Somewhere down the road we’ll lift up our glass
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| And toast the moment and the moments past
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| The heartbreak and laughter, the joy and the tears
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| The scary, scary beauty of what’s right here
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas, yes
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| I’m wrappin' up my love this Christmas
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| And here it is
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| Oh, here it is
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| Oh, oh, oh, here it is, yeah
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| Oh, oh, here it is
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| Here it is |