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i was hanging out on earth todaymy head in the clouds just don't feel the samethe feeling is too fresh I can't waitbirth feels like death but I can't separateall i did was wait for things all daya party a woman a job a shot a beer a spot in the hallwayi'm gonna meet you there i hate crowdsi'm gonna lean as far as you allowi'm going to talk off yr sympathetic earif it's the last bad thing of the old sad yearhow does this sound, how does the world come downhow does this sound, i won't turn it aroundgive me another beer i ain't seen enoughit is a new year, can't wait to fuck it upi got it coming, you said so yourselfgive me your worst, or aren't you the kind that tellsi should just sit down and let you walk right out of hereand be the last bad thing of the old sad yearwe could have talked we could have shut upwe would have known had you brought it upi fall away so quick you don't even hearit is the last bad thing of the old sad year Aus Songtexte Mania