Another family do
That no one wants to go to
You use the same excuses every time
I'm getting a little too old
I think I'm catching a cold
I'd love to come but my health is in decline
The ones who do go suffer
Trying to be nice to each other
When really they can't wait to get away
Drinking far too much
Promising to stay in touch
Then regretting everything the very next day
I hate those family do's
They always give me the blues
You know they're going to be boring
And not much fun
Hearing the same old lines
You've heard a thousand times
It takes you months to recover
Before the next one
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