A railway station
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On a long forgotten line
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No destination
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But it always leaves on time
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He buys his ticket
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As the train prepares to leave
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Don’t want to miss it
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On this night Christmas Eve
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He stared into the night no expectations
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He watched the world go by without a sound
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He saw the city lights arrive and fade away
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While all that night
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All that night
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The snow came down
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No conversation
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As the snow fell from the sky
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His consolation
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That the world is well disguised
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He stared into the night no expectations
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He watched the world go by without a sound
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He saw the city lights arrive and fade away
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While all that night
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All that night
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The snow came down
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He stared into the night, no expectations
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But in his heart he wanted to believe
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That somehow someone would be waiting there
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Upon this Christmas Eve
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And when his train it pulled into that station
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He saw there was a single pair of tracks
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Within the snow and leading to that
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Station door
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And he followed those steps back
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And on this night of our salvation
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Where dreams that have been lost
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Can there be found
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They walked away together
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On that Christmas Eve
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While all that night
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All that night
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The snow came down
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IN THIS LAST SEASON OF THE YEAR
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THIS SEASON THAT WE TRUST
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IT’S NOT ONLY IMPORTANT TO KNOW FOR WHOM WE WAIT
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BUT TO KNOW WHO WAITS FOR US
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AND AS THEY WALKED HOME TOGETHER
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TO THE LIGHT OF CHRISTMAS TREES
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THEY COULD NOT HELP BUT WONDER
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ABOUT HOW THIS NIGHT CAME TO BE
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WHILE BACK INSIDE THE ATTIC
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THE GIRL SAW THEM WALKING THROUGH THE SNOW
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AND SHE SMILED WITH A CHILD’S DELIGHT
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THINKING HOW THEY WOULD NEVER KNOW
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AND SUDDENLY SHE REALIZED
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BENEATH THIS NIGHT OF STARS
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SOMETIMES CHRISTMAS USES ITS OWN HANDS
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AND SOMETIMES IT USES OURS |