| The kids are in their Christmas clothes
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| Clip on ties, we’re driving to church
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| Where I’ll watch the old women sing along
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| Praising the good Lord for his good work
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| Mother Mary’s holding out her arms
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| I wish I could rush into them
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| Underneath her solemn look there’s a smile
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| Now that it’s Christmas time again
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| All the faith that I’ve been given
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| I’ll admit some of it’s been lost on me
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| But there isn’t one ungrateful bone in my body
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| I’ve said goodbye to some good friends
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| That I still miss every day
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| And I don’t know why it’s made to end
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| I guess it has to be that way
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| There’s been blessings and crooked roads
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| I’ve made mistakes that I regret
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| But I’ve held dreams in my own hands
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| Too big to dream in my own head
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| And all the love that I’ve been given
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| Wish I could return tenfold at least
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| Cause there isn’t one ungrateful bone in my body
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| Maybe in some other life, I passed some kind of test
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| Maybe that’s how it’s all justified, how lucky someone gets
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| So, in this life that I’ve been given
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| Hope I get close to who I’m supposed to be
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| Cause, there isn’t one ungrateful bone in my body
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| There isn’t one ungrateful bone in my body |