hall [Chorus:] Merry Christmas meant lots of whispering Special feelings to bridge the difference All the years we came together For Christmas at home
Tradução: Canciones de Navidad. Navidad en casa.
m offering this simple phrase To kids from one to ninety-two Although its been said many times, many ways Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas
up in backwoods, nigga get to actin' stupid Get thrown in the back woods Los Angeles, home of the scandalous Pimp, hoes and gamblers 98 degree's on Christmas
you There's a Christmas party at the home of Farmer Gray It would be the perfect ending of a perfect day We'll be singing the songs we love to sing
sound of your makeup case on the sink And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume and rustlin' skirts And how proud and happy you always looked walking home
church bells in town They're ringing a song What a happy sound Baby please come home They're singing deck the halls But it's not like Christmas at all
moss going to the dairy queen at dusk down narrow roads in autumn light the salt air and the sawmills and the bars are full of songs and tears to the
: - john petrucci [studio demo, available on the cd single for the song "lie". ] [additional verse on this version, starting at 03:37, is kevin ] [moore
come home The church bells in town All ringing in song Full of happy sounds Baby please come home They're singing "Deck the Halls" But it's not like Christmas at
old girls know that I?m the one that got away I think about at Christmas, and play some Donny Hathaway And keep my bulletproof hater coat on Lookin? at
the same song (same song) We gon' take you all around the world.. same song (same song) Same song (same song) Same song (same song) All around the world
And where on earth are all those songs of Eden. The fairy tales, the shepherds and wise men. Just one old dosser lurching down Oxford Street to spend his Christmas
t Christmas If I sit at home without you, without you So hard to, if I had a thing to say It ain't Christmas If I sit at home without you, I pray Pray
trying to remember Where we packed our woolen winter clothes Only heaven knows When December comes We'll be hanging pine and holly Singing all the songs we sing at Christmas Home
one that got away (Whoo!) I think about her Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway (AY!) And keep my bulletproof, hater coat on (Chill...chill! Chill! Yo!) Lookin at
