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The clock is a canvas, not a cage.
Last year's in face, off the page, scratch down mistakes.
Folded up fears, toss them like confetti.
Let the wind clear.
No one here, no one could've been.
The future's a frequency we're about to spend.
Count the seconds 'til the world ignites.
10.
Not the old rules die.
We're dancing on the edge of a new dawn pose.
Erase the dust.
Let the bright lights pose.
Past is a postcard.
Sent and seal.
Future's so bright, I gotta wear shades.
Happy New Year!
Let the circus come!
Broken playlists, half sung tunes.
Locked in a closet with the alcohol, keys in the pocket.
Shoes on the mat.
This is the exit where the new path start.
No one even knew I knew what could have been.
The future's a frequency we're about to spend.
Count the seconds 'til the world ignites.
10.
Now that the old rules died, we dancing on the edge of a new dawn.
Poles erase the dust with the bright lights.
Poles pass these postcard sentences.
The future's a plan, no, let's make it real.
Happy New Year.
Let the circus come.
Where the octopus was too come.
We're paying consolations on the empty skies.
I can't into watch me fly.
No more shadows, no more ghosts.
This is the year where we rewrite the codes.
The countdown's done.
The bell's been rung, our story's just begun.
Oh, we dancing on the edge of the dawn.
Pause.
Erase the dust and the bright lights.
Pause.
Passed is supposed to Happy New Year!
Let the circus come to the So what's to come?
New dawn calls. New dawn calls. Yeah, we're just getting started.