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By xx2youngxx4heartbreakxx
Mon, 03 Jan 2005
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I'm sitting on your faded couch
And on TV the countdown stops
Cheers! We say, and there you stay
Across the room, so far away
New Year melodies are loudly sung
Champagne is drunk and hats are flung
And finish off a New Year cheer
Her whisper in your ear I hear
Across the room I watch, stone still
Her face too close, her lips to shy
And then I wish there I wish I stood
And my lips join yours, not hers, mine should
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