It Wont Be The Same This Year — текст песни (Vince Gill)

Its time to pack our bags and hit the highway,

And head on out for christmas holiday,

Ill fall apart when I pull in the driveway,

Its my first time home since brother passed away,

His favorite time of year was always christmas,

Well reminisce about the days gone by,

Oh how I wish that he was still here with us,

My memories with him will never die,

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But when the stockings are hung,

And silent night has been sung,

And christmas is finally here,

It wont be the same this year,



Losing my big brother hurt so badly,

Its help me learn what christmas really means,

Theres nothing more important then your family,

Were all the children of the king of kings,

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