Written by Kate Bush
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December will be magic again.
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Take a husky to the ice
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While Bing Crosby sings White Christmas. He makes you feel nice.
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December will be magic again.
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Old Saint Nicholas up the chimney,
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Just a-popping up in my memory.
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Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
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The white city, she is so beautiful
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Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
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Ooh, and see how I fall.
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See how I fall
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("Fall!") [backwards]
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Like the snow.
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Come to cover the lovers.
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(Cover the lovers,
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But don't you wake them up.)
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Come to sparkle the dark up.
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(Sparkle the dark up,
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With just a touch of make-up.)
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Come to cover the muck up.
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(Cover the muck up,
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Ooh, with a little luck.)
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December will be magic again.
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Light the canDLe-lights
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To conjure Mr. Wilde
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Into the Silent Night.
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Ooh, it's quiet inside,
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Here in Oscar's mind.
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December will be magic again.
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Don't miss the brightest star.
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Kiss under mistletoe.
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I want to hear you laugh.
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Don't let the mystery go now.
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Ooh, dropping down in my parachute,
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The white city, she is so beautiful
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Upon the black-soot icicled roofs,
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Ooh, and see how I fall.
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See how I fall
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("Fall!") [backwards]
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Like the snow.
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Come to cover the lovers.
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(Cover the lovers,
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But don't you wake them up.)
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Come to sparkle the dark up.
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(Sparkle the dark up,
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With just a touch of make-up.)
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Come to cover the muck up
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(Cover the muck up,
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Ooh, with a little luck.)
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Oh, I'm coming to cover the lovers.
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Ooh, and I'm coming to sparkle the dark up.
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December Will Be Magic Again
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| Kate Bush |
