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We promised ourselves we’d do better this year
No more running, we were gonna tackle our fears
But here we are, trying to hold back our tears
Our minds are damaged, our skin is bruised
It seems like we’ve fallen into the January blues
We told ourselves as the ball began to drop
We would reinvent ourselves and become a new crop
And now we find ourselves lonely on the chopping block
We have fallen so far when we were once on top
And now these pains are left permanent, like we’re covered in tattoos
It seems like we’ve fallen into the January Blues
Given up on luck, no more throwing horseshoes
We’re left broken, from all the overuse
And now we’re laying and wasting, with nothing left to lose
It seems like we’ve fallen into the January Blues
