[NARRATION]
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By this time a harder rocking stage
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Would be impossible to find
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And though no one was now drinking
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The owner did not seem to mind
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And the angel marveled how one man
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Could turn around a life
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And then that life turn around another's
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And how it rippled through this night
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But there was someone in that room
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Whose heart had not been changed
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A heart that had grown so hard
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You'd have thought it could never be arranged
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It was the businessman from downtown
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Who had stopped there to rest his feet
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And he clung to his drink
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(where he watched his thoughts sink)
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While any strangers, he refused to greet
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You could see upon his face
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How happiness had been so long deferred
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It was practically as if unhappiness
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Had somehow become preferred
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Now the angel had not seen the businessman
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Though they had in that room been near
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Nor did the angel see him as he left the bar
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When he could no longer stand this christmas cheer
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And as the businessman exited the door
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He heard someone complaining on the tv
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It was the "grinch" ranting against christmas
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And the man found that he agreed
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[WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?]
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What is christmas?
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Tinseled fairytales
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Day old stockings lined up in a row
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What is christmas
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Could someone tell me that?
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What is christmas?
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Surely, i don't know
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And everywhere these lights
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Who needs to color night?
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Could this whole thing be planned?
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I do not understand
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This christmas
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Trees with colored lights
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Underneath they still are only trees
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Do you think that one day perhaps they might
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Find that christmas
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Is kind of a disease?
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Every year it's waiting for me
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Waiting for me
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Every year it constantly defies
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Placing strangers
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There before me
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There before me
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Spreading hope and cheer
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Mixed in with happiness
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Fraternal bliss and other christmas lies!
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And there's one more thing that i have discovered
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And i would now like you to know
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The reason for christmas i now realize
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Is an excuse to tolerate snow
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Snow!
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I don't even like the sound of it
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Anyway, where was i
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Oh, yes!
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What is christmas?
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Candles everywhere
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A fire hazard any other day
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Children light them
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No one seems to care
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All for christmas
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Every year it returns here
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And every year it's waiting for me
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Why can't christmas disappear
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And just pretend it never saw me
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Every year i get my hopes up
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That it will somehow just leave
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But every year i wake to find
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That once again it now is christmas eve
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What Is Christmas?
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