| 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 its 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
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| 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’s easier to believe
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| Then the door opened wide
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| And a child came inside
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| That no one in the bar
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| Had seen there before
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| And he asked did we know
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| That outside in the snow
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| That someone was lost
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| Standing outside our door
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| Then the bartender gazed
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| Through the smoke and the haze
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| Through the window and ice
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| To a corner streetlight
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| Where standing alone
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| By a broken pay phone
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| Was a girl the child said
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| Could no longer get home
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| And the snow it was falling
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| The neon was calling
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| The bartender turned
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| And said, not that I care
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| But how would you know this?
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| The child said I’ve noticed
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| If one could be home
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| They’d be all ready there
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| Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
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| And in all of his life he was never that far
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| And he did something else that he thought no one saw
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| When he took all the cash from the register draw
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| Then he followed the child to the girl cross the street
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| And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
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| Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
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| Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away
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| And we saw in his hand
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| That the cash was all gone
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| From the light that she had wished upon
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| If you want to arrange it
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| This world you can change it
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| If we could somehow make this
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| Christmas thing last
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| By helping a neighbor
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| Or even a stranger
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| And to know who needs help
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| You need only just ask
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| Then he looked for the child
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| But the child wasn’t there
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| Just the wind and the snow
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| Waltzing dreams through the air
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| So he walked back inside
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| Somehow different I think
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| For the rest of the night
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| No one paid for a drink
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| And the cynics will say
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| That some neighborhood kid
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| Wandered in on some bums
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| In the world where they hid
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| But they weren’t there
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| So they couldn’t see
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| By an old neon star
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| On that night, Christmas Eve
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| When the snow it was falling
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| The neon was calling
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| And in case you should wonder
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| In case you should care
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| Why we’re on our own
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| Never went home
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| On that night of all nights
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| We were already there
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| THEN ALL AT ONCE INSIDE THAT NIGHT
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| HE SAW IT ALL SO CLEAR
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| THE ANSWER THAT HE SOUGHT SO LONG
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| HAD ALWAYS BEEN SO NEAR
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| IT’S EVERY GIFT THAT SOMEONE GIVES
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| EXPECTING NOTHING BACK
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| IT’S EVERY KINDNESS THAT WE DO
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| EACH SIMPLE LITTLE ACT |