| I’m sick of cleaning up the mess you left behind
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| What a way to start the new year
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| On my hands and knees cleaning up the dirt and grime
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| What a way to start the new year
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| I’m sick of holding both ends of the tightrope
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| Cause when you fall all that’s left is old high hopes for me
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| Stretched thin to the end trying to keep it all in
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| What a way to start the new year
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| Won’t you say that it’s alright?
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| Won’t you tell me it’s okay?
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| Because there’s 364 more days
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| I might be smiling but you’ll never even hear me say
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| That I like it in the shadows
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| Counting down to zero just to start again
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| Oh what a way to start the new year
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| Don’t get me wrong, I hate this holiday
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| What a way to start the new year
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| On my hands and knees, choosing what I have to say
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| What a way to start the new year
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| I never realized it could mean so much
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| Just to go to bed later when we have to get up all the same
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| And we scream and clap for the end of what was and what we’ve become
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| Won’t you say that it’s alright?
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| Won’t you tell me it’s okay?
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| Because we have 364 more days
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| I might be smiling but you’ll never even hear me say
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| That I like it in the shadows
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| Counting down to zero just to start again
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| Oh what a way to start the new year
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| Was it really that bad?
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| And could it be better?
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| Well, I don’t know, but with you I still have hope
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| That this could be my year
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| 364 more days, 1 million chances left to find you and to see your face
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| Making light out of the shadows, finally get to zero
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| Maybe we’ll both say
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| 364 more days, 1 million chances left to find you and to see your face
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| Making light out of the shadows, finally get to zero
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| Maybe we’ll both say
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| What a way to start the new year |