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Created on: July 13, 2008
What Are We Doing For Christmas This Year?
You finally did it
You took off and left me
You told me time and again.
I never believed you
We'd always get through it
And now I'm alone in the den.
Why couldn't I see it?
I took things for granted
And now I'm here all alone.
I'm longing to see you
To hold you and kiss you
So now I'll pick up the phone
and ask
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
Can we still buy the presents
And laugh until midnight
And look at each other, my dear
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
Is time all it takes
To get through the tough times
Or is everything over by now?
Could we have one more moment
Or am I simply dreaming
Cause my only question is how.
I'm feeling so lonely
It hurts here without you
I cannot imagine the pain
You went through so much
That you couldn't express
And there simply was no gain.
So tell me
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
Can we still buy the presents
And laugh until midnight
And look at each other, my dear
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
I finally learned
What it feels like to be you
So lonely and yearning for love
My selfish ambitions
And one sided guidance
Were hardly a sign from above
You honestly told me
You couldn't endure it
You had to get out of town
I'll never forget you
You're still on a pedestal
And now I just feel so down.
So tell me
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
Can we still buy the presents
And laugh until midnight
And look at each other, my dear
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
Can laughter make up
For all my mistakes
Is that all I want to hear?
What are we doing for Christmas this year?
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