| It’s Christmas time
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| Here in New Orleans
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| The streets are all empty
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| But for we three Queens
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| Who follow the fire
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| Of an old guitar
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| That burns so bright
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| Over the local bar
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| I know you told me, girl
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| Why do you let them see you cry?
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| Look away, look away like me
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| And your crowd went wild
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| Who can say what breaks inside?
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| Me I woke up in the wings
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| And I still can’t recognize
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| This sound my scars make when I sing
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| How could you explain
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| A life as crazy as ours?
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| How would I explain a love
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| That fell down from the stars
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| And burned a light into the dark
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| That was my life for a while
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| And now you wake up again
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| In that old black hat
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| Another dream of me
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| Bet you don’t tell her that
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| Now you roll over
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| Turn and smell her hair
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| You know, it’s warm down here
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| For Christmas
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| We all hope you’re cold up there
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| How do we explain a time
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| As crazy as ours?
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| How do you explain a love
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| That fell down from the stars
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| And burned a light into the dark?
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| That was my life
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| For a while
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| So when you’re lost out here
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| On the other side of desire
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| Come on in and warm your hands
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| On our eternal fire
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| We’re all drinking and singing songs
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| Full of Christmas cheer
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| And every ghost there at the bar
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| Wishes that you were here |