A Kind Of Christmas Card

Intro: (2x) 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 Toni___________ght 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'm at - Down in Los-Angeles And I____________ am burning out again And I____________ must rise above the shame Toni_____________ght there is fever in my veins, yeah Oh, 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 ...