1994
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A girl pukes out the window on her car door
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Her childish eyes say, ¡°I don¡¯t want this anymore
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I want to be a woman
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No, no, see, I don¡¯t want to be no whore.¡±
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January 1, 1994
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A new year¡¯s resolution
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A cause for celebration
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But idle hesitation
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Reminds me I am just a whore
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Hate to tell her
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That I saw them standing closely in the cellar
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It all ticked off, it¡¯s twelve o¡¯clock
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The screams wouldn¡¯t stop
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The New Year dawn got tucked away into a hole
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So could you tell her, tell her that I¡¯m all alone
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This New Year came too soon
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But I knew it would be you
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To tear up all my thoughts
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Of how I thought it was
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Say goodbye
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If you¡¯re leaving me, could you at least let me know?
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Say goodbye
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If you want to leave, then I suggest you go
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Let¡¯s smoke cigarettes
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But we haven¡¯t got a thing that we can light them with
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We¡¯ll just wait here for a fight
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Then we can bum a light
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You¡¯re the only ones who really give a shit tonight
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It reminds me how nothing ever turns out right
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And all I want is you
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All you want is something new
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So let¡¯s turn out all the lights
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And pretend we¡¯re someone else tonight
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New Year's Retribution
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| The Good Life |
