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It's not my fault It wasn't up to you Christmas Eve comes once a year And that will never do Your image started fading I closed my eyes to see Tell me do you close your eyes for me? Now your door seems half a world away The price of gasoline is more than I can pay Plus I don't have a car I can call my very own I guess I'll spend another night alone If I could say that I'm sorry Who would I say it to? Besides, apologies mean less than dirt to folks like me and you You know it's true Should I say too bad, or so what? What's appropriate? Should I show it? Call you on the phone and let you know it? Back at my house there's nothing on TV The bathroom mirror casts confusing looks from me to me I watched you from a distance For too briefly held you close I guess that's just the way this story goes