| There in the dark we lit a candle
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| Carved nights like a totem, Called time a silver spoon
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| Voices in chorus, slicing the snow
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| December’s a cairn, stacked both joy &woe
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| Softer on my mind, it doesn’t have to be perfect to be right, Afterall
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| We felt a part, we felt a part of it, you were the heart of it, you were the
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| heart of it
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| Sippin on mulled wine, while Kenny G plays the sax
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| Watching Pretty Woman, like we’ve done in years past
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| Board games and chaos, politics and feuds
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| Pictures are taken, but they’re missing you
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| Softer on my mind, it doesn’t have to be perfect to be right, Afterall
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| We felt a part, we felt a part of it, you were the heart of it, you were the
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| heart of it
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| Softer on my mind, it doesn’t have to be perfect to be right
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| Softer on my mind, breathing in the memories like it’s the first time, Afterall
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| We felt a part, we felt a part of it, you were the heart of it, you were the
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| heart of it
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| We felt a part, we felt a part of it
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| You were the heart, Your were the heart of it |