| New Year’s came and went again,
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| I promised I would change
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| But I put all my words in a glass
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| And made them go away
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| Quarantine with live TV
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| Watching Times Square kiss
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| Countdown to ashtrays commandeered
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| And cold air conferences
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| I don’t need a champagne toast
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| Keep it for someone with a shred of hope that’ll hold you
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| And be there 'cause you know I won’t
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| Someone deserves you and you know I don’t
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| I’m sorry
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| I walked up to North Avenue past St. Peter and Paul’s
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| It can seem long when you’re alone but it never seemed so cold
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| Took back all my gifts for this, hallowed be thy name
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| Now I can’t smoke anywhere anymore, but nothing else has changed
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| I don’t need a champagne toast
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| Keep it for someone with a shred of hope that’ll hold you
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| And be there 'cause you know I won’t
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| Someone deserves you and you know I don’t
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| I’m sorry
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| BNSF Railway can never take me far enough away … not tonight. |
| not tonight
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| I don’t need a champagne toast (x2)
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| I don’t need a champagne toast
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| Keep it for someone with a shred of hope that’ll hold you
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| And be there 'cause you know I won’t
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| Someone deserves you and you know I don’t
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| I’m sorry
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| New Year’s came and went again,
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| I promised I would change |