paroles de chanson Christmas in Suburbia - Martin Newell
I'm
going
home
for
Christmas
in
suburbia
Where
the
sodium
lights
are
golden
in
the
rain
On
the
plastic
and
the
chrome
Of
the
people
going
home
They
will
jingle-jangle
by
electric
candlelight
Christmastime
I'll
celebrate
a
shoe-string
saturnalia
With
a
cracker
or
two
and
some
cheap
old
cherry
wine
(Cheap
old
wine
about
a
quid
or
two)
We'll
have
cotton-wool
for
snow
You
can
let
the
turkey
go
I'm
not
killing
over
Christmas
in
suburbia
Anytime
Party
'round
at
my
place
after
closing
time
You
can
bring
your
own
There's
none
at
home
I
drank
it
all
You
might
have
known
And
all
the
stars
are
shining
in
suburbia
As
you
wake
up
in
a
room
that's
not
your
own
There's
an
angel
in
the
bed
And
you
wonder
what
you
said
Then
you
realise
it's
Christmas
in
suburbia
Christmas
time
There's
an
angel
in
the
bed
And
you
wonder
what
you
said
Then
you
realise
it's
Christmas
You
realise
it's
Christmas
You
realise
it's
Christmas
in
suburbia
Christmas
time
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