| What with everyone arriving here
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| We should celebrate another year
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| Go on dress up in your late night best
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| With your hair wet, we’ll count a slow ten, while the screen’s set
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| Loud enough for knocks on doors
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| We will welcome in they’ll just ignore
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| When I find you pacing on the porch
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| If your friends ask, you caught a cab back, couldn’t quite last
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| Come back empty
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| Here’s to endings
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| Wondering when are we gonna learn
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| Everything that you need in reverse
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| Coming in, feel you touch when you turn
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| Moving full speed
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| Everyone that we know’s growing up
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| Maybe so, honey old isn’t love
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| And everything I could want is in front
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| Not behind me
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| We will wake into this morning’s mess
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| Couches covered in our sleeping friends
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| When they wrote us off we rose again
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| And in your t-shirt, you feel the cold burn, and say it’s our turn (*3)
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| Come back empty
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| Here’s to endings
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| Wondering when are we gonna learn
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| Everything that you need in reverse
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| Coming in, feel you touch when you turn
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| Moving full speed
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| Everyone that we know’s growing up
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| Maybe so, honey old isn’t love
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| And everything I could want is in front
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| Not behind me
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| We could take it back to when we touched down I could make a bed against your
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| floor
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| I could hear you talk over your faucet
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| Telling me the things you know for sure
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| Even if they hear us in the hallway
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| Listening for things we can’t take back
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| I could put a hand upon your waist
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| Or we could waste the one thing that we have
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| 'Til it’s gone |