When the house is strangely silent,
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And you dream of way back when,
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Remember when it's Christmas time,
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They'll come home again.
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Let them go, let them go
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Let them try their wings.
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Little birds were born to fly.
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Not until they roam
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Can they miss their home,
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And it won't be long 'til Christmas.
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When the branches are bare,
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The December air
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Comes alive with frost and pine,
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And they'll yearn to be by the family tree,
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Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas.
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The years go by, and every night
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You say, "Sweet dreams, sleep tight,"
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Then comes the day you have to say,
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"Don't forget to write."
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There'll be holly and tinsel and mistletoe,
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There'll be songs sung high and low.
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Oh, it won't be long 'til Christmas.
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Let them go, let them go,
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Let them go.
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Won't Be Long Before Christmas
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| The Supremes |
