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The Holiday

 

The Holiday


It's getting colder now that you're not around
No holiday without you
New York's so pretty when the snow hits the ground
I'll miss those winters with you

Maybe it's too much to ask for
Missing your feet on the dashboard
Running through pages and passports
Without you
Now I'm alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, back alone
No more Deck The Halls in this place we calling home
An addict for the baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays, it makes me want you bad

God everything I want last Christmas
This year there's a couple things missing
You're the only thing left on my wish list
These nights I'm reminiscing
Back where your green eyes shine brighter than the tree
And we watched Home Alone high until we fell asleep

Maybe it's too much to ask for
Missing your feet on the dashboard
Running through pages and passports
Without you
Now I'm alone by the fireplace
Thinking about how it all changed
This is the season of heartbreaks
Without you

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, back alone
No more Deck The Halls in this place we calling home
An addict for the baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays, it makes me want you bad

No more mistletoe, ugly sweaters, back alone
No more Deck The Halls in this place we calling home
An addict for the baggage I pretend that I'll unpack
There's something 'bout the holidays, it makes me want you bad

There's something 'bout the holidays, it makes me want you bad

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