Last years' calendar
On the wall, collecting dust
My friends say to tear it down
But instead I'll leave it up
And now I'm 27, driving to the 7-11
When I turn 28, will I end up losing faith
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Promises decayed
On expiration dates
New Years resolutions sold
To the bums out on the street
What was it all worth?
And was it worth the while
Lost and found and ten years down
And torched it to the ground
Oh, will I still stand in line, when I turn 29?
So now I'll take a number, and it reads 27
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