Our fingers interlace,
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Almost afraid of whats ten seconds away.
The torture of impending explosion.
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Flashes of fire in your eyes
Ignite the ones in mine.
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There's a crowd shouting for the death
Of another year gone by.
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My wish is that I knew everyone's thoughts
So I could fix their smallest problems.
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My resolution is always the same:
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I've got to be more open.
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And I have to make a change.
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I'll change a little at a time,
Starting with tonight;
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As our lips meet at midnight,
It grows silent, a little at a time.
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