The treetops are leaning,
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they're covered in snow
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The fire is burning
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and you're nearly home
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The bars are all empty,
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I can't hear a soul
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With everything closed now,
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there's nowhere to go
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Come rest your weary
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head on my chest
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The year is behind us,
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we're still at our best
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The magic of Christmas is
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what's coming next
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So lean in and kiss me
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and all of the rest
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Baby, this time of year
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Can mak¬Ö you feel old
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But when I am with you
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I don't feel the cold
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So let's danc¬Ö in the kitchen
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and climb up the stairs
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I hope when we wake up
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there's love everywhere,
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mm-hmm
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Mm-mm
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Mm
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Baby, this time of the year
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Can make you feel old
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But when I am with you
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I don't feel the cold
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Hold on to your lovers,
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be good to your friends, mm
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Remember the people
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who are no longer there
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Lean into the moment,
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the memories you share
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And have a Merry Christmas,
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everyone, everywhere
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Night Before Christmas
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| Sam Smith |
