Thinking 'bout the New Year All the dirt it'll attract Kicked apart the last one Glad to see it done I want days so perfect Perfect in ways I've never seen Wearing leaden frames Grim and pure, like me Counting up your blessings Think of all the things you lack Counting down to zero And you'll never get it back A lot of heads need breaking But I know that thought is wrong Things might turn against me Then again, I'd do the same One foot on the platform One foot on the train

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