| I like the way the streetlights finger paint your body
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| Fireworks off the roof glowing in your eyes
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| Wearing my jacket, voice like an angel h-hey hey
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| I felt alive, for the first time in my life
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| I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne
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| Where gearing meets the sea, you turned and said to me, this year year was ours
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| Farewell December
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| Ship lights look like stars stars out in the distance
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| We’re as young now as we’re ever gonna be
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| Your hand in my pocket, heart like a rocket, h-hey hey
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| I felt alive, for the first time in my life
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| I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne
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| The sky was turning blue, like movie endings do, this year was
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| Ours, ours, ours
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| Farewell December
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| Faster faster, slip this disaster
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| We go faster faster, slip this disaster
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| We go faster faster, slip this disaster
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| Faster faster, lost in your laughter
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| Oh
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| I felt alive for the first time in my life
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| I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne
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| The sky was turning blue, like movie endings do, this year was
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| Ours, ours, ours
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| Farewell December
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| Oh oh oh
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| Farewell December |