No crocodile tears for the rest of your years Its hard for me to
understand But ???? its clear I was right to fear that I'd let
you slip through my hands Now it seems nothing ever turns out
like I planned How did I let you slip right through my hands To
have and to hold Now it sounds so cold I'll be sad at Christmas
this year Now it seems nothing ever turns out like I planned How
do I get my life back in my hands Now what do I do I depended on
you I'll be sad at Christmas this year I'll be sad at Christmas
this year.... Oh