| Where have I been all your life?
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| Sitting on fences-a novocaine for all the senses.
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| Another year will pass us by.
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| Making sense of nothing, in defense of something.
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| I laughed too late and dug myself into a grave.
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| This year I’ll try not to think too much.
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| This year I’ll try to stand up for myself.
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| This year I’ll live like I’ve never lived before,
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| This is my year for sure.
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| Another stupid clumsy story.
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| More accidental aspirations.
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| Another explosion of silence.
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| I think I’m going deaf, or maybe I’m just hearing less.
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| This year I’ll try to only listen to myself.
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| This year I’ll try not to think too much.
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| This year I’ll try to stand up for myself.
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| This year I’ll live like I’ve never lived before,
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| This is my year for sure.
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| I wonder where you’ll be bringing in the New Year.
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| As midnight clocks are singing,
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| Good chance I’ll be slobbering somewhere.
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| Probably pass out, wasted, and sleeping until the smoke clears.
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| Vague memories of midnight flash in tune to morning sunlight.
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| Wake up knowing you’ll never be there.
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| I’ve got 100 resolutions, but I’ve got no solutions.
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| I’ve got one song I write 100 times.
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| And only a dozen or so rhymes.
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| This year I’ll try not to drink so much.
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| This year I’ll try to stand up straight.
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| This year let’s live liked we’ve never lived before,
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| This is our year for sure. |