Mark Sinnis Lyrics

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On This Thanksgiving Day 


The table is bare
And my bags are all packed And I cannot believe
You are not here
The cold autumn air
I just can’t conceive

All I see is sadness
And no more happier times You turned your back on us As I leave this empty house

On this Thanksgiving Day Oh I cannot believe
On this Thanksgiving Day I just can’t conceive

Never in a million years Would I ever think
Vows that were promised Broken and forgotten

It’s easier to walk away

And now as I stand here And I look around
At the walls so bare
I feel the death of love Tearing at my broken heart

On this Thanksgiving Day Oh I cannot believe
On this Thanksgiving Day I just can’t conceive

On this Thanksgiving Day Tearing at my broken heart