Going home on Christmas eve
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Flying over grapevines
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The older year
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Breathing in the memories
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The awkward nostalgia
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Is straight wrecking me
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Later on
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They said
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Later on
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I'll get
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Used to it
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My father said more than once
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God has a sense of humor
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Because I'm his son
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Coffee down on grapevine main
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Kids that were walking, now talking
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Now making me feel so strange
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Later on
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They said
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Later on
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I'll get
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Used to it
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Going back again
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Feels different
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Going back again
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Used to come back so tired
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Now I'm tempted to go
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Tip-top been and
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I don't got a sense in my head
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I can't stop it
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I'll probably end up in jail
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(oh, well)
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Downtown and snowing
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Christmas is coming
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Everybody needs to be at home
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Cold wind a blowing
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A warm home-coming
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But oftentimes the place you feel alone
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[X2]
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Grapevine Christmas Eve
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| The Rocket Summer |
