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Every Year We Change
03:20
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we wait at the bottom of the stairs, my big sister and I
And old green ladder flecked with paint - - lies idly by
Waiting for my Dad to come and disappear
into the loft to find our boxes of christmas chee -er er
Every year we change, but we keep some things the same
the santa for the tree that's old and frayed
Every year we change, but we keep some things the same
reminding us of joy from yesterday
A dusty happy ritual as the the boxes are passed down
A kaleidescope of tinsel comes crashing to the ground
We 3 kings of shawclough drive, with glitter in our hair,
Run laughing to the kitchen to our mum who's standing there
Every year we change, but we keep some things the same
the santa for the tree that's old and frayed
Every year we change, but we keep some things the same
reminding us of joy from yesterday
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It's Dad in the kitchen and Auntie at the table
Who will get their fill of treasured vitals?
I cant look, I push the paper hat down over my eyes
It's the shoot out at the Shawclough Coral
Steely eyed they stair across the crossman christmas table
Reaching for the China Pot the atmosphere unstable
Tensions ripping through the air as Autie piles the parsnips high
It's the shoot out at the Shawclough Coral
A year has passed since aunty won the first round of the war
Dad responds by stockpiling, cooking even more
parsnips for the table, but she's equal to the task
It's the shoot out at the Shawclough Coral
Another christmas dinner gone and we all feel on edge
For this year there seems to be a surplus of root veg!
For aunty passed away this year, and we'll sadly have some peace
It's the shoot out at the Shawclough Coral
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4. |
Motorways and 205s
03:38
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5. |
The Yuletide Variations
04:32
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