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All eyes on the calendar |
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Another year I claim |
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Of total indifference |
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To hear the days pile up |
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With decisions to be made |
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I'm sure all of them were wrong |
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Into this song I send myself |
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And with these drinks |
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I plan to collapse and forget |
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This wasted year |
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These wasted years |
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Devoted friends they disappear |
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And, I'm sorry about the phone call |
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And needing you |
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Some decisions you don't make |
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I guess it's just like breathing |
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And not wanting to |
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There are some things you can't fake |
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Yeah, there are some things that you can't fake |
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Well I guess that it's typical |
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To cling to memories you'll never get back again |
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And to sort through old photographs |
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Of a summer long ago |
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Or a friend that you used to know |
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And there below his frozen face |
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Where you wrote the name |
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And that ancient date, that ancient date |
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And you can't believe that he's really gone |
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When all that's left is a fucking song |
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I'm sorry about the phone call |
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And waking you |
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I know that it's late |
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But thank you for talking |
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Cause I needed to |
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Yeah, some things just can't wait |
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Yeah, some things just can't wait |
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Yeah, some things just can't wait |
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Yeah, some things just can't wait |
