(On the last night of the year)
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The crowd of strangers storm the Square
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The countdown and the cheers
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They'll freeze their a$$es off out there
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But me I'll stay right here
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They'll lift a glass to all that's passed
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And all that's supposed to be
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I'll toss the Christmas cards and burn
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The dried up Christmas tree
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On the last night of the year
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On the last night of the year
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I'll make some resolutions now
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Like shiny souvenirs
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They'll wind up crumpled on the ground
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With confetti and the beer
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Beneath the quilt I pray my guilt
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Will melt into the night
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My weary eyes will search for signs
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That I can make it right
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On the last night of the year
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On the last night of the year
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I'll stir the coals and fan the flame
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At Christmas time each year
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They'll lift a wish and dim the rain
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Hope no one can hear
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I'll shake my head and climb in bed
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Before the ball comes down
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That fine champagne right down the drain
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Auld the quaint will just be drowned
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On the last night of the year
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On the last night of the year
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On The Last Night Of The Year
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