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I'll be homeless for Christmas,
living in the street.
Won't you please,
please spare me some of your change,
to get something to eat.

Christmas Eve will find me
covered by the snow.
O-oh, I'll be homeless for Christmas,
(‘cause) there's no place I can go.

Christmas morn' will find me
frozen in the snow.
Oh-h, I'll be homeless for Christmas,
(‘cause) there's no place I can go.