| Let them go, let them go Let them try their wings
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| Little birds were born to fly
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| Not until they’re home
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| Can they miss their home
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| And it won’t be long 'til Christmas
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| When the branches appear
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| That descent the air
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| Comes alive with frost and pine
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| And they’ll yearn to be By the family tree
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| Oh, it won’t be long 'til Christmas
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| The years go by And every night you’ll say
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| Sweet dreams, sleep tight
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| Then comes the day
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| You’re forced to say
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| Don’t forget to write
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| There’ll be holly and popcorn and mistletoe
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| There’ll be songs by the fireplace
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| Oh, it won’t be long 'til Christmas
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| Let them go Let them go Let them go Let them go |