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Píseň: Boots

Interpret:
Killers, The
Album:
(Red) Christmas EP
No more trouble, 
In this town. 
Silent night, for a change. 


Brand new year, 
Coming up ahead. 
You know its been so long, 
Since I rang one in? 


I close my eyes, 
Think about the path I took. 
Just when I think these times, 
Have gotten the best of me. 


I can see my mother in the kitchen. 
My father on the floor, 
Watching television. 
It's a wonderful life. 


Cinnamon candles burning. 
Snowball fights outside. 
Smile below each nose and above each chin. 


Stomp my boots before I go back in. 


I wasted my wishes, 
On Saturday nights. 
Boy what I would give, 
For just one more. 


I soften my heart, 


Shocked the world. 
Do you hear my voice? 
Do you know my name? 
Light my way, 
Lift my head. 
Light my way, 


I can see my mother in the kitchen. 
My father on the floor, 
Watching television. 
It's a wonderful life. 


Cinnamon candles burning. 
Snowball fights outside. 
Smile below each nose and above each chin. 


Family all together. 
Presents piled high. 
Frost on all the windows, 
What a wonderful night. 


Cinnamon candles burning. 
Snowball fights outside. 
Smile below each nose and above each chin. 


So happy they found me, 
Love was all around me. 
Stomp my boots before I go back in.