| I drank the dregs of the champagne alone
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| Warm, flat, coppery coins down my throat
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| I’m saving up for a rainy day
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| And I plan to spend it in one place
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| I threw the party so I could stay put
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| You brought the bottle like a promise I forgot
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| A new year begins, it ushers us in
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| The knot in my gut is coming with
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| He’ll blame the alcohol
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| And you’ll blame the full moon
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| She’ll blame the fall of man
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| And I’ll blame the part of you
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| That can’t let up on the reins
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| You’ve got life in a chokehold
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| You say that it’s all the same
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| All glittering fool’s gold
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| I can’t tell how big my heart is
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| Let’s open the door, see how many fit
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| Like drunks in a bathtub, keep piling in
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| Now I’m locking the door 'til the morning
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| He’ll blame the alcohol
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| And you’ll blame the full moon
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| She’ll blame the fall of man
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| And I’ll blame the evening news
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| For giving us doomsday
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| And dropping the ball
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| Building our fear
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| Like bricks in a wall
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| He’ll blame his mom and dad
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| And you’ll say you understand
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| She’ll blame the wrath of God
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| And I come up empty-handed
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| Every time he cries out
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| You’ll blame the altitude
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| She’ll blame society
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| And I blame the part of you
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| That can’t let up on the reins
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| You’ve got life in a chokehold
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| You say that it’s all the same
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| All glittering fool’s gold |