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It’s Near Years Day

Come see the lights

Come see the people dressed in black

And see her legs spread wide open

It’s New Years Day

Thousands of years after Christ died

For my sins?

And look at my bloody hands

It’s New Years Day

I’m outta cash

No salt tears to pour with

No thoughts remain

It’s New Years Day

I’m out of it

I’m searchless

Think of a little hope

It’s New Years Day

Shouldn’t be too long now

I’ve got the gauge

I’m ready set go

It’s New Years Day

Dark clouds overhead now

I saw a puppy just the other day

Little life left in a little life present

It’s New Years Day

Don’t be good

Around the corner shot gun

I’ll be back from seven eleven

It’s New Years Day

Don’t shed a tear

It’s going to be thunder

It’s going to be real

It’s Near Years Day

The children are dead

No one to play with

Sugar in my head

It’s Near Years Day

The playground is empty

My hands are solid and numb

My feet are stained with your purity

It’s New Years Day

Put on my dress wear

I’ll hide in a shadow

And see you next year

© 2001 David Greg Harth

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