| Brand new year, same ol' trouble
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| Stroke of midnight didn’t change a thing
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| She’ll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
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| And writes these sad songs I sing
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| You know I hate New Year’s Eve
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| Another year I can’t believe
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| Another pounding in my head
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| Another woman in my bed
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| I don’t know this one’s name
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| I’m glad she’s here just the same
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| 'Cause now and then I need some help
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| To keep my mind off someone else
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| Brand new year, same ol' trouble
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| Stroke of midnight didn’t change a thing
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| She’ll still be the pin that goes and bursts my bubble
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| And writes these sad songs I sing
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| Tonight I wish I’d just stayed home
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| Could’ve stayed there and drank alone
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| Could’ve stayed there and had a ball
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| Waitin' round for her to call
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| Could’ve made believe I was still her man
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| Instead of bein' where I am
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| But here I am, here I go
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| High again and feelin' low
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| Brand new year, same ol' trouble
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| Stroke of midnight didn’t change a thing
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| She’ll still be the pin that goes and
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| Bursts my bubble
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| And writes these sad songs I sing |