paroles de chanson A Kind Of Christmas Card - Morten Harket
All
you
folks
back
home
I'll
never
tell
you
this
You're
not
supposed
to
know
Where
your
daughter
is
There
are
ways
of
life
You
never
understood
It's
right
here
Downtown
Hollywood
It's
afternoon
on
Sunset
Boulevard
I've
got
a
stolen
moment
trying
hard
To
write
a
kind
of...
kind
of
christmas
card
But
I
am
burning
out
again
Tonight
there
is
fever
in
my
veins
Mama,
dear
All
the
love
you
gave
I
guess
there's
really
nothing
Nothing
much
to
save
See
this
place
Is
as
dirty
as
I
feel
myself?
There
are
still
some
riches
At
the
Roosevelt
That
evening
prayer
Those
memories
In
my
little
bedroom,
mama
On
my
knees
That's
where
I
am
at
Down
in
Los
Angeles
And
I
am
burning
out
again
And
I
must
rise
above
the
shame
Tonight
there
is
fever
in
my
veins
Just
think
of
the
girl
I
used
to
be
You
were
my
age
once,
mama
Twenty-three
I
can
still
hear
some
of
the
songs
you
Used
to
play
From
that
summer
of
love
in
'68
Seems
it's
turned
into
a
winter
of
hate
And
I
am
burning
out
again
Inside
I
must
rise
above
the
pain
Tonight
there'll
be
fever
on
my
veins
Tonight
there
is
fever
in
my
veins
Summer
of
love
Winter
of
hate
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