New Year's Eve
(Indisponível)
New year's eve
fine dark suits
paper hats
les grands salutes
your tear stained speech
and your wounded eyes
your frail attempts
to be remembered -
takes me down
dries me out
it shoves me around
blows my flame out
the moon is on
and the morning lurks
but the mood is gone
with the fireworks
I lost my faith
in new year's eve
serpentines
cheap cigars
sparkling wine
fallen stars
takes me down...
it's time to quit
and start again
only god knows
what we're celebrating
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