Christmas time
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On a cold December morning
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All is calm
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And the world is still asleep
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Christmas lights
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That have been caught without warning
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Gently glitter on
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Stars to wish upon
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All the world is at peace
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Christmas time and the year will soon be leaving
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Cloaked in time till it's just a memory
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Christmas stays if we don't forget its meaning
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Days go quickly by
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Years they multiply
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And we go searching for thee
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And the dream is still alive
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From that first December morning
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And it always will survive
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As long as we can see
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That the dreams we find in life
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Are the dreams we tend to seek
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And Christmas has its promises to keep
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Christmas time
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And the moments just beginning
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From last night
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When we'd wished upon a star
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If our kindness
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This day is just pretending
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If we pretend long enough
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Never giving up
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It just might be who we are
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AND SO IT'S GOOD THAT WE REMEMBER
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JUST AS SOON AS WE'VE DISCOVERED
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THAT THE THINGS WE DO IN LIFE
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WILL ALWAYS END UP TOUCHING OTHERS
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SO FROM A FADING NEON STAR
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SOMEWHERE SHINING IN THE NIGHT
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WE FIND A FATHER FAR AWAY
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NOW REFLECTING IN ITS LIGHT
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Promises To Keep
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Trans-Siberian Orchestra |