| Everyone’s still sore from the holidays
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| Another pumpkin pie is burned
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| I still don’t have someone to turn to
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| Everyone is still stuck in their own ways
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| Hallmark ruined expectations bright
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| It never works out right
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| No greeting cards, just bleeding hearts and they won’t rescue you
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| Everyone’s still sore from the holidays
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| I’m through
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| Everyone’s still sore from the holidays
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| The scoreboard’s set up in the den
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| Your brother’s hoping that he’ll win
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| Everyone’s still hazy, were there better days?
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| No arguments at highest pitch
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| He said she was an «all time bitch»
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| Bad judgment calls, some egos bruised
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| No refs around to shout, «you lose»
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| Everyone’s still sore from the holidays
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| I’m through
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| A big ol' slice of heartbreak
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| A dollop of dismay
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| A scoop of do we have to be here
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| A piece of let us pray for next year
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| And dinner broke up early
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| As we shed our last tears
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| It’s just what we expected
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| And we’ll see you all next year
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| Everyone’s still sore from the holidays
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| I’m through |