| Oh, there’s no place like home for the holidays
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| 'Cause no matter how far away you roam
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| When you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
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| For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home
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| I met a man who lives in Tennessee
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| And he was heading for Pennsylvania
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| And some home made pumpkin pie
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| From Pennsylvania, folks are traveling
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| Down to Dixie’s sunny shore
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| From Atlantic to Pacific
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| Gee, the traffic is terrific
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| Still there’s no place like home for the holidays
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| And no matter how far away you roam
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| If you want to be happy in a million ways
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| For the holidays, you can’t beat home, sweet home
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| Silver bells are ringing, silver bells are singing
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| It’s Christmas time in the city
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| Ring a ling, hear them sing
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| Soon it will be Christmas day
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| City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
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| Dressed in holiday style
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| In the air there’s a feeling of Christmas
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| Children laughing, people passing
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| Meeting smile after smile
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| And on every street corner you’ll hear
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| Silver bells, silver bells
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| It’s Christmas time in the city
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| Ring a ling, hear them sing
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| Soon it will be Christmas day
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| I hope I’ll be home Christmas day |