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The New Year
We'll choke on roses red as murder
Thrown at our own applause
And hurl ourselves into the hands
Of a dead, unloving God
We'll choke on roses black as cancer
Like a million years before
Find you're locked out in the rain
But there's no one at the door
[Chorus]
And will it happen over and over again
Like the first time we met?
Or will I keep on dreaming that you'll come back
And I will forget all of those things you said to me?
Or has time taken over for you?
There is a figure approaching on horseback
Drawing ever nearer
And you have to ask yourself, his face becoming clearer,
If this rose, as black as cancer,
Who we have come to know as Death,
Is more of a friend or a foe
As he sucks out your every breath
(chorus)
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