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There is a list of names |
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All written in a book |
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I know that every year |
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I take a look |
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These names are a part |
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Not of the book they're written in |
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But in my very heart |
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My life is so much better |
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Than it was before you came |
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Once you've known someone the years cannot erase |
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The memory of a pleasant word |
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Or of a friendly face |
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When I send out my love |
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That's addressed to you |
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Cause you're on the list of names |
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I am indebted to |
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When I send out my love |
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That's addressed to you |
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Cause I have a list of names |
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And I included you |
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It's only the thought that counts (The thought that counts) |
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Every year |
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I realize |
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The biggest gift that |
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God can give |
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Is knowing people just like you |
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I feel composed of each remembered name |
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You may not be aware |
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Of feeling quite the same |
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Whether I've known you many years or few |
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You will always have a part |
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In shaping the things |
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I do It's only the thought that counts (The thought that counts) |
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It's all for you |
