We grew out of love
I guess that things have changed
The purse was not enough
And your lips were strained
The colours of the dove
All this whiteness turns to grey
When we grew out of love
On the Christmas day
The murmurings were stuffed
The Turkey paved the way
I craved for oven gloves
You said that I would pay
But it was not enough
It was trodden in the clay
When we grew out of love
On that Christmas day
We shot stars above
With our arrows' aim
And the lord he did cough
When his light was hidden away
Shine on, shine though it's tough
When things don't go your way
But we grew out of love
On that Christmas day
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