in the latter half of december
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pressure builds from all reflection on the prior year
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on this prior year , yes it was such a great year
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sidewalks fill till congestion starts to spill
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out onto the steam rising off of lexington
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a broken promise is on display for a disconnected family
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to reestablish a blood relation
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through wine and drunken conversations
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without this would there be
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oh anything at all
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my brothers age exceeds mine by several years
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but when he's here the years disinegrate
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watch them disappear
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just watch them rolling all the fear
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cause our luck, mistakes and misfortunes
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without them would there be
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a place for these children to lead
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a way out of war torn country
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will they see
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anything at all
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oh anything at all
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parents they will brace this fall
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soon enough receive the call
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above the crying, everythings gone wrong
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you see everythings gone wrong
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you see everythings gone wrong
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just call your brother, give him love
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the broken pieces we will sew
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broken promise on display,
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disconnected family
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if not this would there be,
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would there be reason to celebrate
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would there be reason, reason at all
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and on this holiday i beg and pray
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for you to show me a conversation
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holding hands underneath all the flashing decorations
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put everything aside for now.
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its just you i love tonight
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if not for eachother, then for my parents sake
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on this holiday i beg and pray
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for you to show me a conversation
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holding hands underneath all the flashing decorations
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and put everything aside for now.
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its just you i love tonight
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if not for eachother,
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then for my parents sake
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Reason To Celebrate
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The Honorary Title |