| Christmas night,
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| Another fight,
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| Tears we cried,
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| A flood
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| Got all kinds of poison in, of poison in my blood
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| I took my feet
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| To Oxford Street,
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| Trying to right a wrong
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| "Just walk away," those windows say, but I can't believe she's gone.
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| When you're still waiting for the snow to fall
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| It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all
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| Up above candles on air flicker
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| Oh they flicker and they float
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| And I'm up here holding on to all those chandeliers of hope
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| And like some drunken Elvis singing
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| I go singing out of tune
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| Singing how I've always loved you, darling, and I always will
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| Oh when you're still waiting for the snow to fall
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| It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all
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| Still waiting for the snow to fall
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| It doesn't really feel like Christmas at all
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| Those Christmas lights light up the street
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| Down where the sea and city meet
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| May all your troubles soon be gone
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| Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on
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| Those Christmas lights light up the street
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| Maybe they'll bring her back to me
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| Then all my troubles will be gone
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| Oh Christmas lights, keep shining on
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| Oowwwhhhohooooowohohohoooo
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| Oh Christmas lights light up the street
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| Light up the fireworks in me
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| May all your troubles soon be gone
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| Those Christmas lights keep shining on |