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Lyrics from the album Christmas and Other Stories by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
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In an old city bar
That is never too far
From the places that gather
The dreams that have been |
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In the safety of night
With its old neon light
It beckons to strangers
And they always come in |
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And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The music was low
And the night Chrismas Eve |
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And here was the danger
That even with strangers
Inside of this night
It's easier to believe |
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Then the door opened wide
And a child came inside
That no one in the bar
Had seen there before |
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And he asked did we know
That outside in the snow
That someone was lost
Standing outside our door |
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Then the bartender gazed
Through the smoke and the haze
Through the window and ice
To a corner street light |
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When standing alone
By a broken pay phone
Was a girl the child said
Could no longer get home |
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And the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
The bartender turned
And said, not that I care, |
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But how would you know this?
The child said I've noticed
If one could be home
They'd already be there |
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Then the bartender came out from behind the bar
And in all of his life he was never that far
And he did something else that he thought no one saw
When he took all the cash from the register drawer |
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Then he followed the child to the girl cross the street
And we watched from the bar as they started to speak
Then he called for a cab and he said J.F.K.
Put the girl in the cab and the cab drove away |
And we saw in his hand
That the cash was all gone
From the light that she
Had wished upon |
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If you want to arrange it
This world you can change it
If we could somehow make
This Christmas thing last |
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By helping a neighbor
Or even a stranger
And to know who needs help
You need only just ask |
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Then he looked for the child
But the child wasn't there
Just the wind and the snow
Waltzing dreams through the air |
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So he walked back inside
Somehow different I think
For the rest of the night
No one paid for a drink |
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And the cynics will say
That some neighborhood kid
Wandered in on some bums
In the world where they hid |
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But they weren't there
So they couldn't see
By an old neon star
On that night, Christmas Eve |
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When the snow it was falling
The neon was calling
And in case you should wonder
In case you should care |
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Why we're on our own
Never went home
On that night of all nights
We were already there |
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