| And the man who would be Santa slips into the room
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| And the hour of daylight’s yet to come but he hopes they don’t wake too soon
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| All the presents wrapped in paper and tied with a bow
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| The children sleep upstairs and Santa works below
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| And he can hear the children dreaming
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| And he says
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| All I want is for you to have
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| A life you love and live
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| Take from me all I have to give
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| Because you are in my heart
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| And the man who would be Santa tells his son to write
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| And to call him if he needs him in the middle of the night
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| Don’t you worry don’t you cry now you’ll do just fine
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| Your mother and I love you
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| We think about you all the time
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| And he can see the train is leaving
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| Now the old man sits and tells of days when time stood still
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| The hours always seem to fade but the memory never will
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| All the love that you gave me
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| All the dreams in the night
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| And I just want to thank you while the day’s still light
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| But I can see the sun is setting |