.Late New Year's Eve, paper hat on your head,
It's hard to believe you'll ever be dead.
But that dream where you're falling you've had since you're five
Is a bird on your shoulder who whispers goodbye.
Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass.
I loved him better each time he crash.
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