| Let’s build a man from all the snow
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| That fell to earth not long ago
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| We’ll dress him up, give him a nose
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| Some stones for eyes that he can’t close
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| The snow is melting in the sun
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| But he will freeze when day is done
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| He can’t come in, he’ll have to stay
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| Out in the cold, out on display
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| Surviving christmas is no abnormal feat
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| To any snowman frozen on the street
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| But an avalanche of vile debris
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| Can bring a snowman to his knees
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| He has a wife, they have two boys
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| They had a life that fate destroyed
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| He’ll cross an ocean in the desperate hope
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| That compassion awaits at the end of his rope
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| We pride ourselves with empathy
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| And wear it like an accessory
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| Yet the plight of others don’t fit in here
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| At least not now, this time of year
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| Surviving christmas is no abnormal feat
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| To any snowman frozen on the street
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| But an avalanche of vile debris
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| Can bring a snowman to his knees
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| Our homes lit up by Christmas lights
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| And folks who share the human right
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| To safety, love and decency
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| Especially on Christmas Eve
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| The snowman right outside your door
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| Is no exception though we tend to ignore
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| The frosted souls with no hats, no decor
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| Melted down or washed ashore
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| They didn’t want to leave their home
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| They simply have nowhere else to go
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| This tired lesson is nothing new
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| So what good can these few couplets do?
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| If you’re still singing along with me
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| I’m sure you wouldn’t disagree
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| That Christmas only truly begins
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| When we invite the snowman in |