| Next year’s gonna be better
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| Next year will surely be the one
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| And it’s right around the corner
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| Hell, it’s just about begun
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| So what am I still sitting here for
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| When everyone’s inside?
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| What am I doing drinking whiskey
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| And looking for a place to hide?
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| Yeah, old buddy, I sure miss you
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| You and old «What's his name?»
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| And I know if y’all were here now
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| This party wouldn’t be so damn lame
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| There’d be dancing, and fighting,
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| And cussing, and laughing
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| Raise our voices to the sky
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| Bring the new year in right
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| Instead of watching time go by
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| Yeah, sometimes I wonder what
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| The world would be like
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| If I didn’t have strangers as my best friends
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| I’m sitting here on new year’s
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| Thinking 'bout old friends and old times
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| We’ll never see them again
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| Yeah, sometimes I still wonder what
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| My life would’ve been like
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| If I didn’t have angels at my defense
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| I’m sitting here on new year’s
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| Singing 'bout old friends and old times
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| We’ll never see them again
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| But next year’s gonna be better
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| Next year will surely be great
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| Well, I guess I should say «This year»
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| Geez, how did it get so late?
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| What am I doing still sitting here for?
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| When did everybody leave?
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| What am I doing here drinking whiskey?
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| Oh yeah, it’s New Year’s Eve |