Maria Mena - Home for christmas
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CCareful what you sayF
This time of yearG
Tends to weakeFn me
And Chave a little Fdecency
And Glet me cry in Fpeace
But tChere’s a place wherFe I
Erase the Gchallenges Ive bFeen through
Where CI know every Fcorner
Every Gstreet-name
all by Fheart
And Fso it is a pCart of my
courFageous plan to GsusleaveG
WFith a broken heaCrt
Tucked aFway under myGsus sleeGve
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome GthisAm7 year
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome Gthis Cyear
Ill paCck my bags
and Fleave before the Gsun rises toFmorrow
Cause Cwe act more like Fstrangers for each Gday
That I am Fhere
But CI have people Fclose to me
Who Gnever will deFsert me
CWho remind me Ffrequently
What GI was like as a Fchild
And Fso it is a pCart of my
courFageous plan to GsusleaveG
WFith a broken heaCrt
Tucked aFway under myGsus sleeGve
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome GthisAm7 year
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome Gthis Cyear
I Cdont know what my fFuture holds
or wGho Ill choose to lFove me
But CI can tell you Fwhere I’m from
And wGho loved me to lFife
And Fso it is a pCart of my
courFageous plan to GsusleaveG
WFith a broken heaCrt
Tucked aFway under myGsus sleeGve
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome GthisAm7 year
I wanna go Chome for FChristmas
Let me go Gsushome Gthis Cyear