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I'm looking forward to Christmas |
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It's sentimental, I know, but I just really like it |
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I am hardly religious |
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I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honest |
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And yes, I have all of the usual objections to consumerism |
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The commercialisation of an ancient religion |
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And the westernisation of a dead Palestinian |
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Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer |
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But I still really like it |
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I, I really like Christmas |
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Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus |
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I'll be seeing my dad |
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My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum |
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They'll be drinking white wine in the sun |
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I'll be seeing my dad |
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My sisters and brother, my gran and my mum |
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They'll be drinking white wine in the sun |
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I don't go for ancient wisdom |
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I don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthy |
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I get freaked out by churches |
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Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy |
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And yes I have all of the usual objections to the miseducation |
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Of children forced into a cult institution and taught to externalise blame |
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And to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrong |
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But I quite like the songs |
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I'm not expecting great presents |
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The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me |
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Cos I'll be seeing my dad |
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My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum |
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They'll be drinking white wine in the sun |
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I'll be seeing my dad |
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My sisters and brother, my gran and my mum |
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They'll be drinking white wine in the sun |
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And you, my baby girl |
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My jetlagged infant daughter |
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You'll be handed round the room |
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Like a puppy at a primary school |
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And you're too young to know |
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But you will learn yourself one day |
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That wherever you are and whatever you face |
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These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world |
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My sweet blue-eyed girl |
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And if, my baby girl |
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When you're twenty-one or thirty-one |
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And Christmas comes around |
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And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home |
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You'll know what ever comes |
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Your brother and sister and me and your |
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Will be waiting for you in the sun |
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Girl, when Christmas comes |
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Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles |
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Your grandparents, cousins and me and your mum |
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Will be drinking white wine in the sun |
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We'll be waiting for you in the sun |
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Baby whenever you come |
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We'll be waiting for you in the sun |
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Waiting... |
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I, I really like Christmas |
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It's sentimental, I know |
