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Well look into the future," says the New York Times,
"this year you are released from trying to strike matches in the wind."

Still, I remember everything:
Your voice that night -- alive at 6 AM -- when all I'd broke were promises.

So let the rain fall, I kind of want it to.
See what we're made of? Now that everything is new.
It was a slow death, not much dignity.
So let the rain fall and if we drown, it's happily.

I died while I was dreaming,
For a second I stopped breathing and I woke up on the quiet side of town.
Didn't sleep that year at all.
A haze of cigarettes and alcohol, this dust had settled in my eyes.

Still, I remember everying:
Your voice that night -- alive at 6 AM -- when I had made new promises.

So let the rain fall, I kind of want it to.
See what we're made of? Now that everything is new.
It was a slow death, not much dignity.
So let the rain fall and if we drown, it's happily.

Oh, let the rain fall! I kind of want it to.
See what we're made of? Now that everything is new.
It was a slow death, not much dignity.
So let the rain fall and if we drown, it's happily.
..and if we drown, it's happily.
..and if we drown, it's happily.