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Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays, |
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'Cause no matter how far away you roam, |
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When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze, |
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For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home. |
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I met a man who lives in Tennessee, |
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He was headin' for, |
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Pennsylvania, and some home made pumpkin pie. |
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From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin' |
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Down to Dixie's sunny shore, |
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From Atlantic to Pacific, |
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Gee, the traffic is terrific. |
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Oh there's no place like home for the holidays, |
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'Cause no matter how far away you roam, |
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If you want to be happy in a million ways, |
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For the holidays, |
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You can't beat home, sweet home. |
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Take a bus, take a train |
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Go and hop an aeroplane |
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Put the wife and kiddies in the family car |
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For the pleasure that you bring |
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When you make that doorbell ring |
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No trip could be too far |
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I met a man who lives in Tennessee, |
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He was headin' for, |
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Pennsylvania, and some home made pumpkin pie. |
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From Pennsylvania, folks are travelin' |
|
Down to Dixie's sunny shore, |
|
From Atlantic to Pacific, |
|
Gee, the traffic is terrific. |
|
Oh there's no place like home for the holidays, |
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'Cause no matter how far away you roam, |
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If you want to be happy in a million ways, |
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For the holidays, |
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You can't beat home, sweet home. |
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For the holidays, |
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You can't beat home, sweet home. |
