God [bad word]  this snow 
Will I ever get where I wanna go
And so I skate, across the Thames 
Hand in hand, with all my friends
And all the things, That are we planned 
My suns eyes in the outline of his hand 
And even though I hate the cold 
constant reminder that I’m growing old 
Another year draws to its cloak, Entire London slow
When I dream tonight, I’ll dream of you
When the Thames ... Froze

God [bad word]  this government 
Will they ever tell me, where the money went
Protesters march out on the street 
As youngsters sleep amongst the feet 
Another year draws to its cloak, Entire London slow
When I dream tonight, I’ll dream of you 
When the Thames Froze

So tell everyone that there’s hope in your heart
Tell everyone or it will tear you apart 
The end of Christmas day, when there's nothing left to say
The years go by so fast, let’s hope the next beats the last
Tell everyone that there’s hope in your heart 
Tell everyone or it will tear you apart
The end of Christmas day, when there is nothing left to say 
The years go by so fast, let’s hope the next beats the last 
So tell everyone that there’s hope in your heart
Tell everyone or it will tear you apart 
The end of Christmas day, when there's nothing left to say
The years go by so fast, let’s hope the next beats the last
Tell everyone that there’s hope in your heart 
Tell everyone or it will tear you apart
The end of Christmas day, when there is nothing left to say 
The years go by so fast, let’s hope the next beats the last 
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