Sinclair - This Christmas | Текст песни

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• This Christmas

Snow is falling all around,
Cars draw black lines on the ground,
I know you don't believe,
I'll make it home on Christmas Eve,
You've been sleeping alone,
December nights can be so cold,
You're where I wanna be,
I'll make it home on Christmas Eve.

Ref:
Do you really think I'd miss,
The chance to kiss your (champagne?)lips,
Nothing's gonna keep me from you,
This Christmas.
Don't take down the mistletoe,
Or let the fire get too low,
Nothing's gonna keep me from you,
This Christmas.
I'll be home, I'll be home,
This Christmas
I'll be home, I'll be home,
This Christmas

I've been dreaming of you,
In little red something for the holidays,
It keeps me hanging on,
When the days get short,
And the nights get long.

Ref.

Keep our tree lit,
There by the window,
Don't start Christmas,
Until I get home.

Ref.

I'll be home, I'll be home,
This Christmas

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