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Snow on the treetop
The sun concealing
The air is tender,
A winter feeling
We’ll take the quickest train
To New York City
To see the store displays
Right off of Fifth
No need to contemplate
The year we’re leaving behind
Or all its weight
Now is the season
For Christmas time
I hear a drummer boy
And the kids all play beside a red bouquet
From the sidewalk,
You hear a carol
That says to put on your best apparel
This is the holiday
The Grinch loves mocking
Don’t let him put his coal
Into your stocking
Cause it's Christmas time
A little drummer boy will come out to play
Beside a red bouquet
Then come Christmas day,
We’re by the fireplace
And the air it tastes
A lot like gingerbread
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She can stop a speeding train with just a shake of her hips. She can sing the saddest song with just some words from her lips. She's a mystery and you know she's keeping secrets, but is she meant for me? All signs point to yes.
And now she looks much older even when the weather's colder. She could change her mind just like the seasons
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There's no snow today
No dreams of white
All my friends just love this time of year
It can't be Christmas if you are never here
Hand in hand
You and me
Hopes hung on the Christmas tree
Someday soon
All our dreams
Will come true like they're meant to be
You're so far away
All the stories we told
Pictures of days we used to have
Just memories left out in the cold
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The Proctors - Snow
02:59
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It’s so hot
I’m gonna melt away
my heads drunk
on this holiday
It’s too much
I see you
but only for a day
I've missed you
got nothing much to say
I hope you got what you want
you give and then you take
we spend so long
on a holiday
then you grow up
nothing feels the same
as it did when you were young
on this holiday
maybe next year
find the winter time
so nostalgic
on a silent night
I hope you got what you want
you give and then you take
we spend so long
on a holiday
then you grow up
nothing feels the same
as it did when you were young
on this holiday
as you pretend you’re having fun
on this holiday
and you stare into the sun
on this holiday
It’s so hot
I’m gonna melt away
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An IndiePop Label founded in 1990, Chicago, IL
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