| Every year I go back home
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| Down old familiar roads I’ve known
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| The fire lights a memory
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| The pictures on the mantel piece
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| Faces locked in photographs
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| Open windows to the past
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| If only I could step on through
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| Go back there and be with you
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| It tastes so bittersweet
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| So near but out of reach
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| God knows if we will ever meet again
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| To those we lost along the way
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| To those we loved, I want to say
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| From those of us still here today
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| We remember you this Christmas
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| So gather round the Christmas tree
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| The here and now is all we need
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| The world moves on, all things pass
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| Soon we’re all behind the glass
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| These tales of you and me
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| Are circles incomplete
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| God knows if we will ever meet again
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| To those we lost along the way
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| To those we loved, I want to say
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| From those of us still here today
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| We remember you this Christmas
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| God knows if we will ever meet again
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| To those we lost along the way
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| To those we loved, I want to say
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| From those of us still here today
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| We remember you this Christmas
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| We remember you this Christmas
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| We remember you this Christmas |