Over the Holidays LYRICS:
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Fm-G-C-Am

They almost spilled their whiskey, toasting their achievements
But now it’s time, please kindly die
Take off your tie, it suits you fine
It’s not a crime to share your life with friends

The world is not a whore, don’t pay it
It is not a law, so don’t
Obey it any more, this is the end

Over the holidays, look both ways then cross
Pretend that you are lost

Or take it to the road, the sunset in a sea side town
The moon and clouds

The paper boats along the river bank
The random stops along the interstate
The summer breeze

The small towns barely getting by
On vintage stores and homemade pies

This land that we inherited, but squandered

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Photo credit: Greg Donikian