| I see the snow on the street
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| It’s turnin' black round my feet
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| A radio tells me more’s on the way
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| A Santa Claus rings his bell
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| He has an old mothball smell
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| With a faint whiff of cheap Chardonnay
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Never thought I’d see
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| Some of last year’s tinsel
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| On a scrawny Christmas tree
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Here it comes again
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| But where’s the peace on earth
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| And goodwill to all men
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| Oh the carols sound sweet
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| When you’ve plenty to eat
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| And your plates piled as high as you like
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| But it’s a whole different tune
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| When a soup kitchen spoon
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| Is dishing your dinner tonight
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Never thought I’d see
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| Some of last year’s tinsel
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| On a scrawny Christmas tree
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Here it comes again
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| But where’s the peace on earth
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| And goodwill to all men
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| I never saw Bethlehem
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| But I’ve been thinkin' 'bout them
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| Bedded down in old wooden shack
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| I pull my sweater up tight
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| I’ve got shelter tonight
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| And y’know I’m grateful for that
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Never thought I’d see
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| Some of last year’s tinsel
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| On a scrawny Christmas tree
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| Christmas in the shelter
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| Here it comes again
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| But where’s the peace on earth
|
| And goodwill to all men
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| Where’s the peace on earth
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| And goodwill to all men |