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| F x33211 |
| C x32010 |
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| In an | old city b | ar |
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| That's n | ever too f | ar |
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| From the p | laces that gath | er |
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| From the dreams that have been |
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| In the s | afety of ni | ght |
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| By an | old neon l | ight |
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| It b | eckons to strang | ers |
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| And they always come in |
| And the snow it was falling |
| The neon was calling |
| The music was low |
| And the night, Christmas Eve |
| And here was the danger |
| Even with strangers |
| Inside of this night |
| It's easier to believe |
| Then the door opened wide |
| And a child came inside |
| That no one in the bar |
| Had seen there before |
| And he asked did we know |
| That outside in the snow |
| That someone was lost |
| Standing outside our door |
| And the bartender gazed |
| Through the smoke and the haze |
| Through the window and ice |
| To that corner streetlight |
| Where standing alone |
| By a broken pay phone |
| Was a girl the child said |
| Could no longer get home |
| And the snow it was falling |
| The neon was calling |
| The bartender turned and said, |
| "Not that I care. |
| But how would you know this?" |
| The child said, "I've noticed, |
| If one could be home, |
| They'd be already there." |
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| Then the ba | rtender came o | ut |
| G | C | |
| From be | hind the b | ar |
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| In | all of his l | ife |
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| He was n | ever that f | ar |
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| And he | did something | else |
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| That he th | ought no one s | aw |
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| And he t | ook all the c | ash |
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| From the reg | ister dra | wer |
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| Then he followed the child |
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| To the g | irl across the st | reet |
| G* C |
| And we watched from the bar |
| F | C | |
| As they st | arted to sp | eak |
| F | C | |
| Then he ca | lled for a c | ab |
| G* C |
| And he said, "J.F.K." |
| F | C | |
| Put the g | irl in the c | ab |
| G* C |
| Then the cab drove away |
| F | C | |
| And we | saw in his h | ands |
| G* C |
| That the cash was all gone |
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| From the light that she had wished upon |
| If you want to arrange it |
| This world you can change it |
| If we could somehow make this |
| Christmas thing last |
| By helping a neighbor |
| Or even a stranger |
| And to know who needs help |
| You need only just ask |
| Then he looked for the child |
| The child wasn't there |
| Just the wind and the snow |
| Waltzing dreams through the air |
| And he walked back inside |
| Somehow different I think |
| For the rest of the night |
| No one paid for a drink |
| And the cynics will say |
| That some neighborhood kid |
| Wondered in on some bums |
| In the world where they hid |
| But they werent there |
| So they couldnt see |
| By an old neon star |
| On that night Christmas Eve |
| When the snow it was falling |
| The neon was calling |
| In case you should wonder |
| In case you should care |
| Why we on our own |
| Never went home |
| On that night of all nights |
| We were already there |