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Bringing in the New Year's Eve alone |
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The glitter of the party life turns my face to home. |
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Lovers and acquaintances all through the land |
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Celebrate a grain of time down miles and miles of sand |
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The Wheel of Fortune has stopped again |
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Tho' the winning number was lost in the wind |
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But I heard a gypsy swear it was stolen by someone |
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Who steers a lonesome chariot in circles around the sun. |
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Maria, I love you. |
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Maria, I miss you. |
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The clock strikes twelve and canons are fired |
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The echo is heard till a year from tonight. |
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The old man with his sickle just lay down and die |
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While I held the baby's hand who danced where he lie. |
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Maria, I love you. |
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Maria, I miss you. |
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(Repeat, Repeat, Repeat next year) |
