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Away from wind that ruddies up your skinAway from all the troubles setting inTo gather round the ones that we hold dearAs they may not be here this time next yearFor time does collapseInto the pastSo greet this Christmas as though it were your lastWe'll raise a glass to dreams we gave awayAnd celebrate the few that still remainJust cast asideYour fickle prideAnd greet this Christmas as though it were your lastSo find the timeTo make timeAnd greet each Christmas as though it were your last Aus Songtexte Mania