I can’t remember smiles on Christmas day
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And even if I smile it wasn’t real anyway
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What I do recall is laying in the snow
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And wishing I didn’t have to go home
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I know this isn’t what you want to hear
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But I’m not looking forward to Christmas this year
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it
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And hope to find the reason on this day
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That I can breakaway
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And start over, but I’m not so sure
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That this one will be different than the last
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past
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I can always tell it’s coming by the way
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The silence winds are growing colder everyday
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And I could hear the freezing hands of time
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Slowing down as people pass me by
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And I know this want to hear
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But I’m not looking forward to Christmas this year
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it
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And hope to find the reason on this day
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That I can breakaway
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And start over, but I’m not so sure
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That this one will be different than the last
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past
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So I sleep on it, and dream on it
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And hope to find the reason on this day
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That I can breakaway
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And start over, but I’m not so sure
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That this one will be different than the last
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And I can leave all of those winters in the past
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No Smiles On Christmas
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| Bleed The Dream |
