| Looking out the window of this Hollywood hotel,
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| You’d never know that this was Christmas Eve.
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| The billboards and the neon took the place of silver bells,
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| And the temperature is 84 degrees.
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| But I remember Christmases when I was just a boy
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| In the morning I would run to see the tree.
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| And the carolers on the hillside sang their songs of Christmas joy
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| Well, I always thought they sang them just for me.
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| Now all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air
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| From Telluride to Boulder down below
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| Now the closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
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| Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow
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| I can hear the traffic on the crowded strip below
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| As the palm trees poke their heads above the scene
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| But there’s not a single reindeer and it hardly ever snows,
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| And Santa drives a Rolls Royce limousine.
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| I see the sun is setting in the California sky
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| And I can’t find the spirit anywhere
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| So I think it’s time for me to tell Los Angeles goodbye
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| I’m going back home look for Christmas there
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| Cause all along the Rockies you can feel it in the air
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| From Telluride to Boulder down below
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| Now the closest thing to heaven on this planet anywhere
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| Is a quiet Christmas morning in the Colorado snow |