| I read it all on the news feed last night, I guess it’s been a year
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| A year of sighing, a year of crying, since you’ve been here
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| Another filtered perfect picture, the comments seem to say
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| A memory of you and me on New Years Day
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| It was early dawn, I think
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| We’d had everything to drink
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| And I remember posing near that dying pine
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| With you, the dog, and auld lang syne
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| You always said you wanted what I wanted
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| I never doubted that
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| 'Til I asked you whether we’d be better off with a cat
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| Now I’m in the house you chose and the bed you bought
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| To face your perfect view
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| You wanted trips, you wanted cars, and I wanted you
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| Now, I think of what love does
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| And if I’m stronger than I was
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| When just a simple picture that we posted
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| Brings to mind the day you ghosted
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| Breaks the dream that life would be just fine
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| With you, the dog, and auld lang syne
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| Oh, I can live with the bitterness
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| Oh, I lose a bit with every man I kiss
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| So may our acquaintance be forgot
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| And never brought to mind
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| Now, I only hope your bubble bursts
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| Each and every January 1st
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| When I hit repost and remind you of the time
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| With me, the dog, and auld lang syne |