Do you remember me?
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I sat upon your knee;
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I wrote to you
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With childhood fantasies.
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Well, I'm all grown-up now,
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And still need help somehow.
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I'm not a child,
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But my heart still can dream.
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So here's my lifelong wish,
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My grown-up Christmas list.
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Not for myself,
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But for a world in need.
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No more lives torn apart,
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That wars would never start,
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And time would heal all hearts.
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And everyone would have a friend,
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And right would always win,
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And love would never end.
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This is my grown-up Christmas list.
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As children we believed
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The grandest sight to see
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Was something lovely
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Wrapped beneath our tree.
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Well Heaven surely knows
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That packages and bows
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Can never heal
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A hurting human soul.
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No more lives torn apart,
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That wars would never start,
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And time would heal all hearts.
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And everyone would have a friend,
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And right would always win,
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And love would never end.
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This is my grown-up Christmas list.
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What is this illusion called the innocence of youth?
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Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth.
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No more lives torn apart,
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That wars would never start,
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And time would heal all hearts.
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And everyone would have a friend,
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And right would always win,
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And love would never end, oh.
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This is my grown-up Christmas list.
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This is my grown-up Christmas list.
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Grown Up
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Á¦ÀÌ(J) |