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I cried when I wrote this, Ill remember
The worst kind of lonely is in December
The act of forgiveness is a mystery
The meltin of ice and the of history, yeah

Some call it obsession, I call it
I my confession, I make it in public
I hope that its helpful, others can use it
That its than my ego, my need to abuse it

Im wrappin up my this Christmas
Im wrappin up my love Christmas
Im wrappin up my love this
And it is

The leaves on the oak tree hold on the winter
Theyre brown and theyre brittle and clatter together
I cant seem to let go, Im so of losin
The deeper the love goes, the deeper the bruisin,

The with talkin is it makes you sound clever
And the trouble waitin is youll just wait forever
Theres a loop of that plays in your mind
And makes the truth even to find

Im wrappin up my love this
Im wrappin up my love this
Im wrappin up my love this
And it is

When they blow Gabriels horn, rip fiction from
I wanna get caught in some act
Of love and redemption, the sound of warm
Some true conversation with a or my lover, yeah

Somewhere down the road well lift up our
And toast the moment and the past
The and laughter, the joy and the tears
The scary, scary beauty of whats right

Im wrappin up my love this
Im wrappin up my love Christmas, yes
Im wrappin up my this Christmas
And it is

Oh, it is
Oh, oh, oh, it is, yeah
Oh, oh, it is
it is