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It's the death of another year
And we're feigning happy new years
On the morning of the first
Drunkenly humming, "auld lang syne."

I clambered up your steps.
Sweat gathered on my neck.
Loosening my tie
As you let me inside.

I'd suffer slings and arrows
If you'd give me your time.
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try.

We've the same problems as before.
It's like the hundred years war.
And though I sometimes moan
When I am with you I am home.

I'd suffer slings and arrows
If you'd give me your time.
And if you want to hurt me
Go ahead and try.

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