True Believers by Melanie
When I was just a little kid peeking around the corner
Mom and Dad would pull in the Christmas Tree, decorate it before morning
And I'd look for Santa in the Christmas Eve sky or the Angel, did I see her
With the King of Kings and the Ghost of Christmas past, a True Believer
And I kept believing till one year came, I saw no reason for the season
The outstretched hand of my humanity, couldn't find the hope or the meaning
I think I sipped a little more than a cup
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