| I got the boxes down from the attic
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| With the tree up in the room
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| Unwrapped every ornament
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| Covered in pages from last year’s Sunday Tribune
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| Just about every one of them
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| Reminds me of you
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| Cause knick knacks and flashbacks
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| And yester-year's news
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| Oh, it’s that time again
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| For the memories of loved ones, family, and friends
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| But this Christmas I know won’t compare
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| To back when you were here
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| I guess there’s always last year
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| You were laughing by the light of the fireplace
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| Every time I close my eyes
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| The best days of my life
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| Those cold winter nights
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| Even though I realize
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| There will never be another December like that
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| But I’m trying to be thankful for what we had
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| Oh, it’s that time again
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| For the memories of loved ones, family, and friends
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| But this Christmas I know won’t compare
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| To back when you were here
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| I guess there’s always last year
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| Found a picture of you in the snow
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| In a bad Christmas sweater
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| Next to letters you wrote
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| Don’t you know you’re the reason I love this season so
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| Oh, it’s that time again (It's that time again)
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| This Christmas is just not the same without you here
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| I guess there’s always last year
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| Guess there’s always last year |