| The leaves on the trees are falling
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| Blossoms, once blooming
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| Have withered and died
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| The season is turning to Christmas
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| I’m longing to be by my dear mother’s side
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| So…
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| I’m coming home for Cristmas
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| To be with my family
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| And loved ones so dear
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| I’m coming home for Christmas
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| Coming home for Christmas this year
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| As I read the letter she wrote me
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| Just a Mother at home alone Christmas Eve
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| Who’s longing for Christmas to come back
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| For presents underneath the tree
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| So…
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| I’m coming home for Cristmas
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| To be with my family
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| And loved ones so dear
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| I’m coming home for Christmas
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| Coming home for Christmas this year
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| I’m coming home for Cristmas
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| To be with my family
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| And loved ones so dear
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| I’m coming home for Christmas
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| Coming home for Christmas this year
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| Coming home for Christmas this year |