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Merry Christmas Merry Christmas May your every New Year dream come true Sweet December song The melody that saved me On those less than silent nights When snow would fall upon my bed White sugar from Jesus And take me to the day She could always smile The Virgin Child would always show you see Just to save me There was always Christmas time To wipe the year away I guess that morning they'd decided That the war would have to wait There was always Christmas time Jesus came to stay I could believe in peace on Earth And I could watch TV all day So I dreamed of Christmas Maybe since you've gone I went a little crazy God knows they can see the child But the snow that falls upon my bed That loving I needed Falls every single day For each and every child The Virgin smiles for all to see But you kept her from me There was always Christmas time To wipe the year away I guess that morning they'd decided That the war would have to wait There was always Christmas time Jesus came to stay I could believe in peace on Earth And I could watch TV all day And so I dreamed of Christmas Yes I dreamed like you Merry Christmas Merry Christmas May your every New Year dream come true |
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These are the days of the open hand
They might just be the last Look around now These are the days of the beggars and the choosers This is the year of the hungry man Whose place is in the past Hand in hand with ignorance And legitimate excuses The rich declare themselves poor And most of us are not sure If we have too much But we′ll take our chances ′Cause God′s stopped keeping score I guess somewhere along the way He must have let us all out to play Turned his back and all God′s children Crept out the back door And it′s hard to love, there′s so much to hate Hanging on to hope When there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it′s much too much too late Well maybe we should all be praying for time These are the days of the empty hand Oh you hold on to what you can And charity is a coat you wear twice a year This is the year of the guilty man Your television takes a stand And you find that what was over there is over here So you scream from behind your door Say what′s mine is mine and not yours I may have too much but I′ll take my chances ′Cause God′s stopped keeping score And you cling to the things they sold you Did you cover your eyes when they told you That he can′t come back ′Cause he has no children to come back for It′s hard to love there′s so much to hate Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of And the wounded skies above say it′s much too late So maybe we should all be praying for time |
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