| IN AN OLD CITY BAR
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| THAT IS NEVER TOO FAR
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| FROM THE PLACES THAT GATHER
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| THE DREAMS THAT HAVE BEEN
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| IN THE SAFETY OF NIGHT
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| WITH IT’S OLD NEON LIGHT
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| IT BECKONS TO STRANGERS
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| AND THEY ALWAYS COME IN
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| AND THE SNOW IT WAS FALLING
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| THE NEON WAS CALLING
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| THE MUSIC WAS LOW
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| AND THE NIGHT CHRISTMAS EVE
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| AND HERE WAS THE DANGER
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| THAT EVEN WITH STRANGERS
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| INSIDE OF THIS NIGHT
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| IT WAS EASIER TO BELIEVE
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| FOR IT WAS INTO THIS BAR
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| THAT I HAPPENED TO WANDER
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| TO STARE INTO A GLASS
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| AND MY UNIVERSE PONDER
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| SO I WALKED UP TO THE COUNTER
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| SHOOK THE SNOW OFF MY COAT
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| THEN I ORDERED A WHISKEY
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| THAT I USED LIKE A MOAT
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| BUT AN OLD MAN SOON JOINED ME
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| AND ASKED IF I KNEW THE TIME
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| ONE WORD LED TO ANOTHER
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| AND SOMEHOW I DIDN’T MIND
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| THEN HE OFFERED A DRINK
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| FROM A BOTTLE 'NEATH HIS COAT
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| AND HE SMILED A LITTLE SMILE
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| AS IT TRICKLED DOWN MY THROAT
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| AND I FELT MYSELF RELAXING
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| HERE AMONG THE GHOSTS THAT FAILED
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| THEN THE OLD MAN TOPPED MY GLASS OFF
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| AND BEGAN THIS LITTLE TALE
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| IN THE MOMENTS OF OUR LIVES
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| BOTH THE JOYOUS AND THE TRAGIC
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| IF THE TRUTH IS TO BE TOLD
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| WE ARE ALL PURSUING MAGIC
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| AND THE MAGIC THAT WE SEEK
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| AS WE’RE SURE YOU HAVE DISCOVERED
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| CAN BE FOUND IN CERTAIN PLACES
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| FAR MORE EASILY THAN OTHERS
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| IN THE SAND BENEATH THE SPHINX
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| IN THE DREAMS OF CANDLELIGHT
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| BUT THE SUREST PLACE OF ALL
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| IS IN THE FORGIVING WORLD OF NIGHT
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| AND OF ALL THE NIGHTS THROUGHOUT THE YEAR
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| THAT COME AND GENTLY LEAVE
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| NONE HOLD THE DREAM OF MAGIC
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| LIKE THE EVENING, CHRISTMAS EVE
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| AND SO IT’S ON THIS NIGHT
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| WITH IT’S PROMISE DEEP WITHIN
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| AS THE SNOW NOW STARTS TO FALL
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| OUR STORY DOES BEGIN
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| An angel came down
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| One night to the earth
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| A mission from God
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| To find out the worth
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| Of everything that
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| His children had done
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| Since that winter night
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| The birth of His son
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| And then a sound filled the night
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| In the cold winter air
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| And in the midst of his flight
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| It was holding him there
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| And as he looked toward the earth
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| For the source of this sound
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| On that cold winter night
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| It was pulling him down
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| To bring something back
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| This angel was told
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| That no one could touch
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| But angels could hold
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| So on that night
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| When the sky had cleared
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| Among all the stars
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| An angel appeared
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| And then a sound filled the night
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| In the cold winter air
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| And in the midst of his flight
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| It was holding him there
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| And as he looked towards the earth
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| For the source of this sound
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| On that cold winter night
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| It was pulling him down
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| And then a sound filled the night
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| In the cold winter air
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| And in the midst of his flight
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| It was holding him there
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| And as he looked towards the earth
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| For the source of this sound
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| On that cold winter night
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| It was pulling him down |