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Somewhere between the town and the country
some time before the end of the year
Someone's face is caught in the mirror, staring at me
I turned your room into an office
I put an old Stairmaster there
Now it's winter: I'll watch the snow right from my chair
Son, you should come home for Christmas
Your mother's been asking for you
She's tired of looking in my eyes for you--I am too.
I found a bar on my way home from work
There's a bartender there who calls out my name
"Hey Ho, Charlie!" -- the more things change, the more they're the same
Time for the tree to come up from the basement
It's so much easier this way
Every tree can't be replanted; everything goes away
Son, you should come home for Christmas
Your mother's been asking for you
She's tired of looking in my eyes for you--I am too.
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Black Friday
03:38
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Too much time is wasted in lines
looking for something you’ll never find.
You try to make do
but the shelves are calling you
and the one thing you really want doesn’t want you.
Now there’s nothing you won’t pay
on Black Friday
The only lights twinkling tonight
are the brake lights slowing everyone.
You save your receipts
and it’s so bittersweet
how you read them all before you go to sleep.
But there’s nothing more for you to save
on Black Friday
Well you here you are, trapped in your car
your home sweet home’s just a parking spot
You check all your lists,
look at all you missed
She only wanted what she gave to you
but you always took more than you gave
Black Friday
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Ben Smith West Chester, Pennsylvania
West Chester, PA songwriter Ben Smith's songs sound good in both your front parlor and your back barroom---all Tin Pan Alley piano and a fading choirboy voice.
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