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The candle’s brightest glow is at the darkest time of night;
We count the minutes till morning,
We count the days till the New Year,
People pair up with each other,
They know they’ll be alright, they know they’ll be ok,
They know they’ll be alright.
There’s a scratch on the roof of your mouth,
And you can’t quite figure out,
How it got there, or when it will heal;
What will you do, for your next meal?
There’s a time and there’s a place,
For every stupid thing that’s said;
You try to catch yourself,
But you catch her gaze Instead,
Your heart skips a beat,
You know you’ll be ok, you know you’ll be alright,
You know you’ll be ok.
There’s a scratch on the roof of your mouth,
And you can’t quite figure out,
How it got there, or when it will heal;
What will you do, for your next meal?
There’s a scratch on the roof of your mouth,
And you can’t quite figure out,
How it got there, or when it will heal;
What will you do, for your next meal?
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