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I cried when I wrote this, Ill always
The worst kind of is alone in December
The act of is always a mystery
The of ice and the future of history, yeah

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

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

The leaves on the oak hold on through the winter
Theyre brown and brittle and they clatter together
I cant to let go, Im so scared of losin
The deeper the goes, the deeper the bruisin, yeah

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

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

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

Somewhere down the road well up our glass
And toast the moment and the moments
The and laughter, the joy and the tears
The scary, scary of whats right here

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

Oh, it is
Oh, oh, oh, here it is,
Oh, oh, it is
it is