| All eyes on the calendar
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| Another year I claim
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| Of total indifference
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| To hear the days pile up
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| With decisions to be made
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| I’m sure all of them were wrong
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| Into this song I send myself
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| And with these drinks
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| I plan to collapse and forget
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| This wasted year
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| These wasted years
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| Devoted friends they disappear
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| And, I’m sorry about the phone call
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| And needing you
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| Some decisions you don’t make
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| I guess it’s just like breathing
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| And not wanting to
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| There are some things you can’t fake
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| Yeah, there are some things that you can’t fake
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| Well I guess that it’s typical
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| To cling to memories you’ll never get back again
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| And to sort through old photographs
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| Of a summer long ago
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| Or a friend that you used to know
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| And there below his frozen face
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| Where you wrote the name
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| And that ancient date, that ancient date
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| And you can’t believe that he’s really gone
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| When all that’s left is a fucking song
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| I’m sorry about the phone call
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| And waking you
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| I know that it’s late
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| But thank you for talking
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| Cause I needed to
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| Yeah, some things just can’t wait
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| Yeah, some things just can’t wait
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| Yeah, some things just can’t wait
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| Yeah, some things just can’t wait |