| So let’s press undo
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| Rearrange the old and call it new-
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| January white
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| Every calendar is playing the same old trick:
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| A year will disappear, replaced with counterfeit
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| But we’ll never really mind
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| Cause if nothing else, we’re given a little time
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| To change the game, a chance to redefine
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| Everything we are
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| In our january white
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| This year is a sealed envelope
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| A culmination of hopes
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| The lottery result that we’ve been crossing fingers for
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| We could paint our walls a lighter shade of blue
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| Or we could pack our bags and change the entire view
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| To january white
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| If nothing else, we’re given a little time
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| To change the heart in which we change our minds;
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| Our hourglasses turn
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| This year is a sealed envelope;
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| With apprehensive hope
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| We brace for anything
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| I swear, i understand that nothing changes that
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| The past will be the past
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| But the future is brighter than any flashback
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| Well, we could let our guards down a little easier this time
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| We could trust that when there’s joy, there’s nothing dark behind
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| In spite of history
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| Hope is january white
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| This year, we’re starting over again
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| Letter openers in hand
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| A chance to take a chance
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| I swear, i understand that the past will be the past
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| And nothing changes that
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| But the future is brighter than any flashback |