| New Year’s Day
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| I go to the store to get coins for the machine
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| The only place that’s open on the street
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| When the news came in about the death in the family
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| I’m scanning all the items in the aisle
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| Preserved by my resolution
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| My mind turns off and I expire
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| Now I’m disappearing into thin air
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| Where only you can see me
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| And everybody knows
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| That things like this never end well
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| And so the story goes
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| 'cause only you can see me
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| And everybody’s talking about how
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| Going out, constantly spinning our wheels
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| See the more we
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| And, oh, would you look at the timing
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| Broken strings and the hum of the night
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| Your dreams are bleeding all over my skin
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| My body is in a city that I’ll never see again
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| Because I said goodbye, I said goodnight
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| But I wanted a little more of that sweet life
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| Where only you can see me
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| And everybody knows
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| That things like this never end well
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| And so the story goes
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| 'cause only you can see me
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| And everybody’s talking about how
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| Going out, constantly spinning our wheels |