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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