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We found one in a closet |
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And one in a drawer |
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There's no hiding place |
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We won't find anymore |
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We'd shake every present |
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For any small clue |
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Of what lies beneath the words "From me to you" |
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But for every present left under a tree |
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There are things that we hoped for |
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And never received |
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The years and the yearning |
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Can make us forget |
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To be filled with wonder |
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Instead of regret |
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But Christmas is calling again |
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Leading us to |
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Bethlehem |
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Where a child is waiting for you |
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When grown up dreams don't come true |
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It sounds crazy, but a baby |
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Can make us all children again |
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When you want to forgive |
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But the wound is so deep |
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And you ache for forgiveness |
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For the secrets you keep |
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When the flower of your heart |
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Only feels like a thorn |
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And you long for the child |
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That you were before |
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But Christmas is calling again |
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Leading you to |
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Bethlehem |
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Where a child is waiting for you |
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When grown up dreams don't come true |
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It sounds crazy, but a baby |
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Can make us all children again |
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Afraid of these strangers |
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We circle the manger |
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And kneel down beside it again |
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But he wishes that we would crawl in |
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Where a child is waiting for you |
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When grown up dreams don't come true |
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It sounds crazy, that baby |
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Would ask for our hearts made of stone |
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And then give us a heart like his own |
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If we let him, he will begin |
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To make us all children again |
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We will be children again |
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God wrapped a gift |
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That he hid in the world |
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Deep in the womb of an innocent girl |
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When we were ready and on a dirt floor |
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Love found a way in and left open the door |
