Well, I've tried to get along with you
I have asked myself “What are we gonna do?”
I'm coming round to take a stand
Going to put us together with glue or an elastic band
I know where I stand
I don't need you to hold my hand
I am softer than my face would suggest
At times like these I'm at my lowest ebb
Now I can confide in you
If I cry to set the mood oh please could you cry too
Happy New Year
You are my only vice Happy New Year
What if we compromised?
Happy New Year
I am open
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