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I like the way the streetlights finger paint your body. |
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Fireworks off the roof glowing in your eyes. |
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Wearing my jacket, voice like an angel h-hey hey. |
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I felt alive, for the first time in my life. |
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I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne. |
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Where Geary meets the sea, you turned and said to me, this year year was ours. |
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Farewell December. |
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Ship lights look like stars stars out in the distance. |
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We're as young now as we're ever gonna be. |
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Your hand in my pocket, heart like a rocket, h-hey hey. |
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I felt alive, for the first time in my life. |
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I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne. |
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The sky was turning blue, like movie endings do, this year was |
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Ours, ours, ours. |
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Farewell December. |
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Faster faster, slip this disaster. |
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We go faster faster, slip this disaster. |
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We go faster faster, slip this disaster. |
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Faster faster, lost in your laughter. |
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Oh. |
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I felt alive for the first time in my life. |
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I held you tight, and the crowd sang Auld Lang Syne. |
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The sky was turning blue, like movie endings do, this year was |
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Ours, ours, ours. |
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Farewell December. |
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Oh oh oh |
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Farewell December |
