| Familiar highways
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| Lined with leaves turned brown
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| Making my way
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| Back into my hometown
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| Funny how this all looks different
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| But it feels the same
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| Like how life never stops changing
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| But some things never change
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| So, fill your plate and fill your drink
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| And fill this house with family
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| The kind of love that all these years can’t wash away
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| 'Cause the older that I get I see
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| That life is short and bittersweet
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| Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day
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| Mm, yeah
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| Watching football, watching families grow
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| The old kid’s table all have kids of their own
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| Starting to see my grandfather in my nephew’s eyes
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| Mom still can’t talk about him and not almost cry
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| So, fill your plate and fill your drink
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| And fill this house with family
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| The kind of love a thousand miles can’t wash away
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| 'Cause the older that I get I see
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| That life is short and bittersweet
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| Thank God for this Thanksgiving Day
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| So fill your plate and fill your drink
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| Put your dishes in the kitchen sink
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| And let the leftover year just wash away
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| 'Cause we made it through, I do believe
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| The longest year in history
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| Thank God that it’s Thanksgiving Day
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| Mm, yeah |