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Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'cause no matter how far away you roam
when you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze
for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home
I met a man who lives in tennessee and he was headin' for
pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
>from pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down to dixie's sunny shore
>from atlantic to pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'cause no matter how far away you roam
if you want to be happy in a million ways
for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home
(oh, there's no place like home for the holidays)
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(when you pine for the sunshine of a friendly gaze)
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I met a man who lives in tennessee and he was headin' for
pennsylvania and some homemade pumpkin pie
>from pennsylvania folks are trav'lin' down to dixie's sunny shore
>from atlantic to pacific, gee, the traffic is terrific
Oh, there's no place like home for the holidays
'cause no matter how far away you roam
if you want to be happy in a million ways
for the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home
For the holidays, you can't beat home, sweet home