I cried when I wrote this I'll always remember The worst kind of lonely Is alone in December The act of forgiveness Is always a mystery The melting of ice And the future of history Some call it obsession I call it commitment I make my confession I make it in public I hope that it's helpful That others can use it That it's more than my ego And my need to abuse it I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas And here it is The leaves on the oak tree Hold on through the winter They're brown and their brittle They clatter together I can't seem to let go I'm so scared of losing The deeper the love goes The deeper the bruising The trouble with talking Is it makes you sound clever The trouble with waiting Is you'll just wait forever There's a loop of excuses That plays in your mind And makes the truth Even harder to find I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas And here it is When they blow Gabriel's horn Rip fiction from fact I want to get caught In some radical act Of love and redemption The sound of warm laughter Some true conversation With a friend or my lover Somewhere down the road We'll lift up our glass And toast the moment And moments past The heartbreak and laughter The joy and the tears The scary beauty Of what's right here I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas I'm wrappin' up my love this Christmas And here it is
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