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This Christmas Video (MV)




Performed By: BW Johnson
Language: English
Length: 6:33
Written by: Benedict Johnson




BW Johnson - This Christmas Lyrics
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I fell in love
September time a few years ago
We rolled in the grass
Let springtime pass with a flash
Took you out of town
Sun beating down on our necks
Winter came round
Someone to hold in the darkness
You were there naturally
You were there naturally
I was disembodied
I was disembodied
New Years frost
I was a grown-up in London
I got drunk
You stayed over and listened
I got sick
Sometimes you'd comfort me
Brown paper pants
Injections and anaesthetic
I was disassociated
I was disassociated
You were just concentrating
You were concentrating
Things flash pass
I didn't meant to get angry
That summer's just that
I didn't mean it
Winter rolled back
I was getting healthy
You couldn't love me back
Just waited out the wind
Christmastime I'll see you
Christmastime I'll see you
Photo album; museum
Tombstone, post-mortem
This Christmas is bad
I wanna see other people
Or maybe that's that
I want to be all alone
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I fell in love
September time a few years ago
We rolled in the grass
Let springtime pass with a flash
Took you out of town
Sun beating down on our necks
Winter came round
Someone to hold in the darkness
You were there naturally
You were there naturally
I was disembodied
I was disembodied
New Years frost
I was a grown-up in London
I got drunk
You stayed over and listened
I got sick
Sometimes you'd comfort me
Brown paper pants
Injections and anaesthetic
I was disassociated
I was disassociated
You were just concentrating
You were concentrating
Things flash pass
I didn't meant to get angry
That summer's just that
I didn't mean it
Winter rolled back
I was getting healthy
You couldn't love me back
Just waited out the wind
Christmastime I'll see you
Christmastime I'll see you
Photo album; museum
Tombstone, post-mortem
This Christmas is bad
I wanna see other people
Or maybe that's that
I want to be all alone
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Writer: Benedict Johnson
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