New Year's Eve, we dropped mushrooms and danced around the house
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Making music with everything that we found
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Incantation replaced resolution
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And we vowed to allow each perfection that we could be
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And the Goddess sent word that this would be a red letter year
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They didn't mention how much shit was gonna change around here
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It's just as well we weren't swollen with unfocused dread
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We had visions of sugarplums dancing in our heads
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Dancing in our heads
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Oh, first you go under and then coming up gives you bends
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And when you break the surface all you see is your friends
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So you grab your purple crayon and flesh out the picture behind
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And finally the whole world is made of one unbroken line
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One unbroken line
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When you wake up sick as a dog with dull eyes and really bad hair
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Standing under a lit sign with the words on air
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And the water is rising, it's coming in everywhere
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Just remember you are there, you're always, always there
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And representing the white race a man with a monkey for a face
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Is flying over in his helicopter whistling Dixie and playing dumb
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In a town that might put a gun to your throat
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Or rip the roof right off your place
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There's a mold crawling up the walls and falling asleep in your lungs
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And you and I both know how to drink so
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We will always have work in this town
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And besides the police are stationed at the bridge
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And they're preventing passage to higher ground
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So let's pull up a barstool and get ourselves a ringside seat
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For one unnerving moment they're gonna show the truth on TV
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Red Letter Year
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| Ani DiFranco |
