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
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The New Year
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| Parachute |
