Thursday's crush is a Friday night rush
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And a Monday morning cry
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It's the tail that you keep chasing
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And it gets away every time
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New Years Eve and it's hard to believe
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Another Zodiac's gone around
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While you drank yourself high on hoping
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And watched the ceiling spin from the ground
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Counting down from ten it's time
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To make your annual prayer
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Secret Santa in the sky
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When will I get my share
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Then you tell yourself
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What you want to hear
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Cause you have to believe
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This will be my year
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Pound your fist and cross it off your list
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But you know you're not that strong
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When the man at the stop light catches you
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Singing along to a brand new song
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Well maybe it's
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Trash or the overnight smash that brings a
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Ship crashing through your wall
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So you can make your grand departure
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From a world getting way too small
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One wheel in the ditch another
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Spinning in the air
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Put your pedal down to the floorboards but you're not
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Getting anywhere
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Then you tell yourself
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What you want to hear
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Cause you have to believe
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This will be my year
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This Will Be My Year
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| Semisonic |
