Chorus:] It's a different kind of Christmas In a different kind of world Even though it looks the same Everything has changed It's a different kind of Christmas
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him music was the voice of god for it never needed translation and could lift up lives that were often quite hard but then he heard a different kind
and pines C is for conifers, more then five hundred kinds If you see a Christmas tree or a stack of newspapers or a 2x4 frame of a house It's probably
?s really there How old is he, cannot say But claims he taught cab calloway And on this night I somehow believe him Knows every song that Christmas got
pines C is for conifers, more than five hundred kinds If you see a Christmas tree or a stack Of newspapers or a 2 by 4 frame of a house It's probably
be a different kind of Christmas In a different kind of world Even though it looks the same Everything has changed It's a different kind of Christmas Different kind
music was the voice of god for it never needed translation and could lift up lives that were often quite hard but then he heard a different kind of