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 (spoon?) 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
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A Holiday Song
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| Lisa Loeb |
