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Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
Hang on the wall, each morning brings surprises
Decking the halls, rubbing those bleary eyes
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
Will it be a white Christmas, with snow falling and sleigh rides?
Will it be a cold Christmas, an empty fireside?
Will it be like last Christmas, when the only present held dear to me
Was the one I love, and a happy New Year
Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
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Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
Hang on the wall, each morning brings surprises
Decking the halls, rubbing those bleary eyes
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
Will it be a white Christmas, with snow falling and sleigh rides?
Will it be a cold Christmas, an empty fireside?
Will it be like last Christmas, when the only present held dear to me
Was the one I love, and a happy New Year
Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
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Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
Hang on the wall, each morning brings surprises
Decking the halls, rubbing those bleary eyes
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
Will it be a white Christmas, with snow falling and sleigh rides?
Will it be a cold Christmas, an empty fireside?
Will it be like last Christmas, when the only present held dear to me
Was the one I love, and a happy New Year
Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
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Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
Hang on the wall, each morning brings surprises
Decking the halls, rubbing those bleary eyes
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
Will it be a white Christmas, with snow falling and sleigh rides?
Will it be a cold Christmas, an empty fireside?
Will it be like last Christmas, when the only present held dear to me
Was the one I love, and a happy New Year
Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
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Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
Hang on the wall, each morning brings surprises
Decking the halls, rubbing those bleary eyes
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
Will it be a white Christmas, with snow falling and sleigh rides?
Will it be a cold Christmas, an empty fireside?
Will it be like last Christmas, when the only present held dear to me
Was the one I love, and a happy New Year
Count down the days behind every closed door
Twenty-four clues, secrets and much more
I don’t want to fight again, I want a shooting star
To find my way home
I don’t want to dream again, I want a guiding light
To find my way home
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released December 1, 2022