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Saturday, December 26, 2009
Its Only Christmas...


A beautiful and heart-warming piece by Ronan Keating...


Do you remember what you wish for every Christmas?
Do you say a prayer and send it on a star?
Well maybe I'm just being over sentimental.
But now its Christmas and I miss us most of all.

You know I never really took the time to thank you.
I was almost thinking you were here to stay.
Is it something in the air that gts me crazy?
Cause now its Christmas but I miss us just the same.

When its cold, I get lonely,
I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't breathe
Then I dream and you hold me,
And the angels are singing with me.
I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.

So let the snow come down and drown out all my sorrows.
Maybe I can dance again with you.
And as the children sing I swear I heard you whisper,
That now its Christmas but I miss us just the same.

When its cold, I get lonely,
I can't talk, I can't walk, I can't breathe
Then I dream and you hold me,
And the angels are singing with me.
I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.
I guess its Christmas when I miss us most of all.
Cause now its Christmas and I miss us most of all.

8:08 PM



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