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The family car, we barely fit |
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Christmas time had come again |
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Bundled up to fight the freeze |
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Picking out the family tree |
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We'd decorate with clumsy hands |
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In hope that |
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Santa comes again |
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And in the morning, wake to see |
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Gifts beneath the family tree |
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And I don't know where |
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I'm goingBut |
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I do know who |
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I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us |
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The family tree |
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We're older now, we all have changed |
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But we all laugh at the same old things |
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We'll spend the night with memories |
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Gathered 'round the family tree |
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And I don't know where |
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I'm goingBut |
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I do know who |
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I'll beThese memories and names, like leaves, all hang on us |
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We're so much more than blood, we're more than names |
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We're bound by bonds that only |
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God sustains |
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But this time of year we all gather here |
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And I always know |
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I'm homeThere are voices now where silence was |
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The subtle signs of growing up |
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Where one is born, another leaves |
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Branches on the family tree |
