Take my hand
Hurray for the winters come
Cease my plans
Excuse me from the scenes of old
Hurray for the winters come
Cease my plans
Excuse me from the scenes of old
I can meet you there
I just don't care
On this new years day
With no celebration from me
Understand
There's comfort with the wealth of gold
Increase demands
Release me from the scenes of old
I can't make it clear
You just won't hear
On this new years day
There's no celebration
There's no celebration from me
I could see you there?
We just don't care
On this new years day
Without hesitation
There's no celebration from me
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Tragic Idol
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