lonely this Christmas Without you to hold It'll be lonely this Christmas Lonely and cold It'll be cold, so cold Without you to hold This Christmas This Christmas
hold It'll be lonely this Christmas Lonely and cold It'll be cold, so cold (cold, so cold) Without you to hold This Christmas (This Christmas, yeah...) This Christmas
Vertaling: Blauwe. Eenzame Kerst.
to hold It'll be lonely this Christmas Lonely and cold It'll be cold, so cold (cold, so cold) Without you to hold This Christmas (This Christmas, yeah...) This Christmas
makes me blue There's something about Christmas that starts me missing you No, I don't have the spirit as before No, Christmas ain't like Christmas anymore This lonely
we're supposed to be Together by this Christmas tree Ooh Ooh Don't you go this year, aren't you lonely? (Justin from Brighten): Baby I want you alone! Ho ho hopefully This
be lonely on Christmas Nobody wants to be blue you are the one on the top of my wish list after all... Nobody wants to be lonely on Christmas Nobody
before IA'm waiting for a call But I donA't know what itA's for A pale blue light the moon From outside it fills my room As I sit here in this gloom
In one of these lonely Orkney Isles There dwelled a maiden fair. Her cheeks were red, her eyes were blue She had yellow, curling hair. Which caught
this Christmas The Christmas all I want is you I just don't wanna be lonely and your kiss Is the only gift I'll ever use 'cause this Christmas This Christmas
you this Christmas, maybe yes and maybe no Christmas time is really joyful, oh, but it's a lonely season, too Many people are so cheerful and some are alone and blue
you for holding old brew, who told you? Even if it's crap, mind your own business They raps ain't got no gift like a lonely Christmas Real phony with
the lonely people (I look at all the lonely people) I look at all the lonely people (I look at all the lonely people) I look at all the lonely people (
:] It takes a whole nation (It takes a whole nation) To help me raise this generation When you look out of your window (Look out this evening) Tell me
god, this works to rebirth that old feeling my own theraputic version of the soul healing, my crib's cool, I chill and rhyme in my igloo my music mediterranian come dive in this big blue
