| That Christmas in New York, Mayflower Hotel
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| When we first got together I didn’t know you well
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| With popcorn and paper, we trimmed us a tree
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| That Christmas in New York, it was just you and me
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| Oh, what a night
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| Oh, what a day
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| That Christmas in LA, the Santa Ana wind
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| Drunk and disordered was the shape we’d gotten in
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| Eat, drink and be merry, tomorrow you’ll cry
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| When it’s Christmas in LA, let sleeping dogs lie
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| On through the night
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| On through the day
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| The thing that I could never quite put my finger on
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| Before we both got started it was already gone
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| Was it something in our nature, kept us looking for the worst?
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| Only three feet from the well and we’d both rather die of thirst
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| There’s one thing I can count on but never understand
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| The way that I remember you I’d do it all again
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| In spite of burned out bridges that we can’t get back across
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| There’s something at the heart of what we had I’ve never lost
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| It’s Christmas in New York, and wouldn’t you know?
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| The Gramercy Park Hotel neither had a foot of snow
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| It’s your kind of weather that time of year
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| It’s Christmas in New York and I wish you were here
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| Just for one night
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| Just for one day
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| Just for one night
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| Just for one day
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| Just for one night
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| Just for one day
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| Just for one night
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| Just for one day |