The shops are quieter than a year ago
Everyone is storing up in the bank
The Christmas lights do their best
But the mood doesn't fit
Such a shame to be from another world
This Christian holiday is nothing to me
But gifts I soon forget to value
School is out, the course is finished
I'd get a job just to feel alive
But they tell me no more help is needed
They are expecting a quiet year
All over we look forward to that drink
A chance to stop thinking
Where to go next year
All captured in a resolution
Waking up 2nd of January
Back to the same tasks
And another 12 months' waiting
So it's nothing for me this Christmas
I don't deserve much this Christmas
Waking up in the afternoon to TV
And the internet, so I can stay in
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