| He could have stayed there the entire night
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| For to him music was the voice of god
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| For it never needed translation
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| And could lift up lives that were often quite hard
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| But then he heard a different kind of music
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| From somewhere else close by
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| And he followed the trail of those new notes
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| Till he found himself outside
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| The notes led him to a blues bar
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| That was right next to the hotel
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| And the angel watched some lonely people enter it
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| And wondered if this
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| Was where all the lonely people did dwell
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| Then another guardian angel
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| Who happened to be near
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| Told him about the old blues bar
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| And whispered in his ear
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| «here the tragically beautiful
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| And the beautifully tragic
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| Drift through this night
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| In a last quest for magic
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| Their faces are masks
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| That so artfully disguise
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| The wounds in their hearts
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| The scars in their eyes
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| Now these scars in their eyes
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| Never hurt, never bleed
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| But like cracks in a mirror
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| They distort all they see
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| For when the heart’s an open wound
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| Its greatest threat, i fear
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| Is that the salt rubbed into it
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| Does come from one’s own tears
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| Now there are many places on this earth
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| That one thinks that god has forgot
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| But one can often find an angel or a saint
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| Where one assumes angels and saints are not"
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| And then the other angel reminded him
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| Of their lord’s point of view
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| «you'll know them not by how they appear
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| You’ll know them by what they do»
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| So when the next patron went inside
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| The angel followed him undetected
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| But what he found within that bar
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| Was not quite what he expected
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| There was an old piano player there
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| Playing with a honky-tonk sound
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| And everyone who entered that place depressed
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| That piano player turned their night around
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| And one by one he’d draw each person
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| Out of their self-imposed cage
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| And before they realized it
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| He had them singing on the stage
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| Just another night in new york city
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| Snow comes down looks real pretty
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| Don’t know how but suddenly there you are
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| With jelly roll morton playin' for the bar
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| Inside here, lights are low
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| But each song has its own glow
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| As he floats them through that smokey air
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| You just can’t believe he’s really there
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| How old is he?
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| Cannot say
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| But claims he taught cab calloway
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| And on this night i somehow believe him
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| Knows every song that christmas got
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| Even ones my brain has dropped
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| Just him and that old fir tree
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| All lit up this night
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| Electric blue
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| Just another night in new york city
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| Snow comes down looks real pretty
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| Can’t believe but suddenly there you are
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| Talking with strangers sittin' cross the bar
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| Suddenly, all are laughin'
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| This night’s smart, always craftin'
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| Building bridges nearly everywhere
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| Hits a wall, it just builds a stairs
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| Outside the colored lights they bleed
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| For snow is white and colors need
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| As it just comes down like pure salvation
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| It offers all its amnesty
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| And makes your neighbor different see
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| By the light of that fir tree
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| And this old bar
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| Electrified in blue
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| I gotta drop dead simple
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| Childhood view of salvation
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| Perhaps that’s how it was always meant to be
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| And the more i add up all this information
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| It seems it all comes down in the end to you and me
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| So you look around till you find a phone
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| Then you call your mom and everyone at home
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| And the bar looks on and they start to cheer
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| When you talk to folks you haven’t seen in years
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| And the snow comes down
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| And the children play
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| And they pray to god
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| It never goes away
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| And a childhood prayer
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| Should never be denied
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| As the night rolls on
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| Till it’s carolized
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| Carolized
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| Carolized
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| Carolized
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| Carolized
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| And on this tree
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| The lights are done
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| But the colors here are down one
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| I guess it kind of fits the situation
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| Ornaments still shining bright
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| Watch them glitter in the light
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| Just this old fir tree and me
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| All lit up this night
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| Electric blue |