| She was feeling yuletide-burn
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| Cause her family was wearing on her nerves
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| She was tired of fighting and feeling frustrated
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| Finding it hard to relate to those of whom she was related
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| You know we all sometimes, say things we don’t mean
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| But that don’t mean that we’re not still family
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| Generation to generation it gets passed on
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| And then one day, those who would passing well they passed on
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| Pulling back the covers, her heart will start to shudder when she realizes how
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| deep it all went
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| Trying to forgive what was said, but was never really meant
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| Well you know we all sometimes, say things we don’t mean
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| But that don’t mean we’re not still family
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| Pull out of the shadows and find out that eventually
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| It’s all bad, it’s all good baby can’t you see
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| That we all, well we all, well we all are still family
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| I was there from the moment that you were born
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| And I’ve loved you since I heard your first cries
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| And I know we won’t always be getting along
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| But I promise you that I will always try
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| You know we all sometimes, say things we don’t mean
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| But that don’t mean that we’re not still family
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| You know we all sometimes, say things we don’t mean
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| But that don’t mean that we’re not still family
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| You know we all sometimes, say things we don’t mean
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| But that don’t mean that we’re not still family |