How many fond fools serve mad jealousy?
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Places I used to go
Haunted by the ghost
Of a girl I used to know
The same on every street
Fading memories
More bitter than bittersweet
Needles from this severed pine
Falling in my wine
On this lonely Christmas Eve
Wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
Go comb your wind blown hair
Make up your tear stained face
Time for crying is long away
All the talk is done
Forget what you could have won
Now the races are all run
Needles from this severed pine
Falling in my wine
On this lonely Christmas Eve
Wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
Wishing you were here