| Oh, Lord, it’s been a year
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| With little choice and little fears
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| It’s finally here, Christmas day
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| My love, I need some hope
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| A little faith, a hand to hold
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| It’s awfully cold, Christmas day
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| Watch the snow fall down like me sometimes
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| But you pick me up and then pick me up again
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| Like the winter leaves I can’t survive
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| Without your light
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| Thank you for your smile
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| It’s warmer than the fire
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| Your gentle laughter
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| Is sweeter than a choir
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| I’ll never know
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| The right words to choose
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| So all I can say
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| Is thank you
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| We fell into the snow
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| And talked about growing old
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| So here’s to a hundred more Christmas days
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| This house will be our home
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| And my heart will be your own
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| As the candles glow, Christmas day
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| Watch the snow fall down like you sometimes
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| But I’ll pick you up and then pick you up again
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| Like our winter tree on Christmas night
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| It needs some light
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| Thank you for your smile
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| It’s warmer than the fire
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| Your gentle laughter
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| Is sweeter than a choir
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| I’ll never know
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| The right words to choose
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| So all I can say
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| Is thank you
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| Thank you
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| Spent all this time hanging lights
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| But I’m just blinded by your eyes
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| I look outside, the ground is white
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| But you and I should probably stay inside
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| Thank you for your smile
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| It’s warmer than the fire
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| Your gentle laughter
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| Is sweeter than a choir
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| I can’t believe
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| This year you’ve got me through
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| The least I can do
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| Is thank you |