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These days are cold |
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and in our home the fire glows |
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We spend the whole day |
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and let this time move slow |
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No need to go out, |
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the storm's whining outside our door |
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Here it's warm now |
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and I wish for nothing more |
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Far from the storm |
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there is this one place to be |
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Far from the storm |
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there's our home for you and me |
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Far from the storm |
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there is this one place to be |
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Far from the storm |
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there's our home for you and me |
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Few words are spoken |
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Then we sit in silence for a while |
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The fire sparkles |
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make the shadows dance upon the wall |
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A Christmas tune |
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when we turn on the radio |
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Our dream is true |
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and I wish for nothing more |
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Far from the storm |
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there is this one place to be |
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Far from the storm |
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there's our home for you and me |
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Far from the storm |
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there is this one place to be |
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Far from the storm |
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there's our home for you and me |
