| Through an open window
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| I hear the Christmas song,
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| I see the openfire place burning alone
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| The streets are filled with snow,
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| I’m leaving my footprints where I go,
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| And I’m coming home,
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| I’m coming home…
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| Silverbells in the air ringing in Christmas time.
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| You know that I’ll be there to celebrate Christmas time.
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| Holding you close and tight beneath the Christmas tree.
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| The only thing that counts
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| That you are here with me.
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| I see children writing postcards to Santa Claus,
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| Hope and they will get the favorite toys.
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| My friends call on the phone,
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| I wish that no one is alone
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| Is a good to be home
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| So good to be home!
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| Silverbells in the air ringing in Christmas time.
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| I know that I’ll be there to celebrate Christmas time.
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| Holding you close and tight beneath the Christmas tree.
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| The only thing that counts
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| That you are here with me.
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| Bells are a sign of piece.
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| Bells are a sign of hope,
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| This is the most wonderful time of the year!
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| Silverbells in the air ringing in Christmas time
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| I know that I’ll be there to celebrate Christmas time
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| Holding you close and tight beneath the Christmas tree
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| The only thing that counts
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| That you are here with me |