Somewhere in the universe
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Between this night and God
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An angel sat upon a star
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While thinking very hard
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To return once more to the earth
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He had been assigned
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And a single gift for all of man
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He was to leave behind
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But this gift that he was to leave
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Could not be taken from the heavenly court
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And how could he leave something behind
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If nothing could be brought
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Now this was quite a puzzle
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And he knew not how to start
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When he suddenly felt a prayer from a child
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Reach deep into his heart
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And though his time was limited
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To this one night of the year
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He could not ignore this child's request
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So he decided he would start here
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For though this night was Christmas Eve
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And dreams were all about
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Somewhere down below on earth
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He had felt this child begin to doubt
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A child who should have been asleep
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Instead was climbing attic stairs
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With her solitary candle
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And a single Christmas prayer
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Now, when angels they are called
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They rarely just appear
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But more often than not
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They gently whisper in one's ear
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And when they whisper to a child
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On nights when snow still glistens
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The chances are much stronger still
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That, that child, will listen
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So in this room where shadows live
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And ghosts that failed learn time forgives
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Welcome friends, please stay awhile
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Our story starts with one small child
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Who spends this night in an attic dark
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Where dreams are stored like sleeping hearts
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Now, if you wonder why this child is here
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With all asleep and Christmas near
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She's come up here to look for truth
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In this place closest to the roof
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For she had heard from friends who feel
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That nothing on this night is real
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That no adults truly believe
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In all these things of Christmas Eve
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This night that seems to cast a spell
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Is the same world, just tinseled well
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And as she lay in bed that night
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She wondered if they might be right
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And she wondered then who she might ask
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About this question that had been cast
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For adults, she had been told, you see
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Are part of this conspiracy
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But in her mind becoming clear
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The shadow of a child's idea
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There was one whose presence alone
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Would reconfirm what she had known
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But this man, he was so rarely seen
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For he only arrived when children dreamed
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But if what she had believed was right
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He should appear this very night
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So on this night with so much at stake
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She's determined that she would stay awake
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But then a problem came to mind
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It seems that fate had not been kind
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For their chimney had been closed that year
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Some bricks might fall, her father feared
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So she had devised another plan
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To hear when on the roof he lands
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So with the ghosts left here by fate
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Upon this night she sits and waits
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Now as I'm sure you all must know
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When one is waiting, time moves slow
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And as she wondered what to do
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(her options seeming far too few)
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The Angel caused that child to look
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Behind a yellowed pile of books
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Among these memories disguised as junk
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She noticed there a well worn trunk
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It was filled with toys and one old wreath
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And several letters underneath
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Some ornaments, a hand rung phone
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And records with a gramophone
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A mix of long forgotten words
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With melodies no longer heard
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All threads of long forgotten lives
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But here somehow they had survived
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These letters that had caught her eye
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Now in her hands they seemed alive
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And as each letter she unsealed
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A small piece of the past was revealed
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For Christmas weaves a life long spell
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And most of all remembers well
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And as that child explored the past
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Once again that spell was cast
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And as the child began to read
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Upon this night of Christmas Eve
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The Angel's plan, as you can tell
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It was already working well
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So as the ghosts gently arise
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In our first song we'll summarize
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The Christmas Attic
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| Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
