| All is quiet on New Year’s Day
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| A world in white gets underway
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| I want to be with you
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| Be with you night and day
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| Nothing changes on New Year’s Day
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| On New Year’s Day
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| I will be with you again
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| I will be with you again
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| Under a blood red sky
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| A crowd has gathered in black and white
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| Arms entwined, the chosen few
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| The newspapers says, says
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| Say it’s true, it’s true…
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| And we can break through
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| Though torn in two
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| We can be one
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| I, I will begin again
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| I, I will begin again
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| Oh
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| Maybe the time is right
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| Oh, maybe tonight
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| I will be with you again
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| I will be with you again
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| And so we’re told this is the golden age
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| And gold is the reason for the wars we wage
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| Though I want to be with you
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| Be with you night and day
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| Nothing changes
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| On New Year’s Day
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| On New Year’s Day
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| On New Year’s Day |