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I came down the stairs |
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and saw you standing there |
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looking across the crowded room |
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and crying running your fingers |
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through your hair. |
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And Auld Lang Syne was playing |
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people singing sorrow |
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from the year that has gone. |
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And I'm still fooling myself |
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I keep holding on. |
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There were so many nights |
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when we lay as close as thieves. |
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Lying on the bed together laughing |
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I'd feel your breath upon my cheek. |
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But it all comes down to this |
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one look into your eyes |
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tells me something has gone. |
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I must be out of my mind. |
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I keep holding on. |
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All my life I've known |
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things must change |
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find a way of their own. |
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History rolls along so slow. |
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We never notice where it's going. |
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I go out at night |
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to waste a little time. |
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People ask me how I'm doing now |
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I say I'm doing fine. |
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But Auld Lang Syne will ring |
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as people sing the sorrows |
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from the years that linger on. |
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Will I still be fooling myself. |
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Will I still be fooling myself. |
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Will I still be fooling myself |
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still be holding on. |