| You tattoo the failures on,
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| On to your length of arm.
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| They may run wrist to shoulder blade.
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| Whether my badges of
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| Honor you lost in love.
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| Savin' the tale of the child that failed for another day.
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| This will be a totally new year.
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| Don’t let the pouring rain,
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| Temper your day-by-day.
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| Don’t let the bones the closet may hold
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| Get in the way.
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| After a long dark night,
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| Bathe in the morning light,
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| Then take your return,
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| The lesson you learned:
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| You’ll get it right.
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| This is where we begin,
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| Feels like an ending.
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| Say it with no pretense,
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| I’m tired of pretending.
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| You know that life won’t wait,
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| You’ll have to make your move
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| The choices you make, every awful mistake,
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| Will try to define you
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| This will be a totally new year.
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| This will be a totally new year. |