| The wine’s all drunk and so am I Here with the hoi-poloi, don’t ask me why
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| We’re celebratin’anticipatin’end of the year
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| everybody come, everybody here
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| — well more or less
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| Some already in a mess
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| I guess they’re waiting for the big one.
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| Wonder why I’m cold. |
| How did I get this far?
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| Had no money, had no car
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| I pray the snow goes, be bad if it settles
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| 'cos I follow my nose and the dried up rose petals
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| — like the man says,
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| Sure hope Moses knows his roses
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| Or we’ll all be waiting for the big one.
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| Once I was the credit to my credit card
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| spent what I hadn’t got, wasn’t hard
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| No trust in judgement no trust in money
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| Someday I’ll find myself like a bee finding honey
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| But in the meantime
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| I’m gonna have me some fun
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| Waiting for the big one.
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| One too many, where ego I go too
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| Looking for the real thing
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| It don’t come from what I do No real communication moves out of my face
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| I’m beginning to think I’m just out of place
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| Won’t get in too deep, I want to get some sleep
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| To be ready for the big one
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| To be ready for the big one |