I got the boxes down from the atticWith the tree up in the roomAnd unwrapped every ornamentCovered in pages from last year's Sunday TribuneJust about every one of themReminds me of you'Cause knick-knacks and flashbacksAnd yester-year's newsOh, it's that time againFor the memories of loved ones, family, and friendsBut this Christmas I know won't compareTo back when you were hereI guess there's always last yearYou were laughing by the light of the fireplaceEvery time I close my eyesThe best days of my lifeThose cold winter nightsAnd even though I realizeThere will never be another December like thatBut I'm trying to be thankful for what we hadOh, it's that time againFor the memories of loved ones, family, and friendsBut this Christmas I know won't compareTo back when you were hereI guess there's always last yearFound a picture of you in the snowIn a bad Christmas sweaterNext to letters you wroteDon't you know you're the reason I love this season so?Oh, it's that time again (it's that time again)This Christmas is just not the same without you hereI guess there's always last yearGuess there's always last year
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Brad Douglas Paisley (Glen Dale, Virginia Occidental, 28 de octubre de 1972) es un cantante, compositor y músico estadounidense. Su estilo va desde la música country tradicional hasta el rock sureño, y sus canciones suelen contener toques de humor y…
