| Well I can’t wait for Christmas
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| Been buckle-knee'd and listless
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| And you say that you’ve been wishing weeks away
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| They hung the lights out in the street
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| Twisted round the boughs of the trees
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| The choir sung its holiest refrains
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| Like Gloria
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| Hosanna in the highest
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| Heaven knows
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| This year’s been black and blue
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| But we’re alright
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| And this Christmas could be white for me and you
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| I still can’t sleep on Christmas Eve
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| And we’ll never miss a beat
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| Scarlet-faced from whiskey neat in the cold
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| Singing dancing in the dark
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| Oh I hope these words will do
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| I’ve had my doubts but not about you
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| I’m drunk and hearing voices in car parks
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| And this year oh I’ve got love in me I swear I hope you know
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| Gloria In Excelsis Deo
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| If I should fall from grace
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| If I should leave this Dear Green Place
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| And if Christmas fades without a trace
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| I still want you around
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| There’s magic in this grey old town you know
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| You should share in the refrain
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| If you think you know the songs
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| Who cares if all the words are wrong
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| Who cares if it barely ever snows
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| But still the choir smiles
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| The carol of the bell echoes |