Christmas TV

It's okay to have scars, they will make you who you are

It's okay to have fear, as long as you're not scared of coming here

And in the middle of the night, just call if you wanna talk

'Cause you know that I wanna talk too

It's not bad of you to think of what might go wrong

But you can't blame me for secretly hoping that I'll prove you wrong

It's okay that I pray that you will miss your flight

And have to stay with me another night

And it's brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see?

It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been?

'Cause we're far apart, and my lonely heart

Finds it hard to get through the night

You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light

You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light

When we're out in the market and out on the streets

I've got a pocket full of problems and a pocket full of seeds

Hopin' somethin' good might grow out of this mistletoe

And I won't have to erase your memory

I like the way that our arguments stop when we fall asleep

And the way that your body feels when it's wrapped around me

And I'd like it if you made it to mine by Christmas Eve

So you can hold me

And we'll watch Christmas TV

And it's brutal, it's brutal, why can't you see?

It's brutal, it's brutal, where have you been?

'Cause we're far apart, and my lonely heart

Finds it hard to get through the night

You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light

You pull me out of the dark, and now it's light

So come on home

Just come on home

Just come on home

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Just come on home

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