To the morning we must drop the bass

Mad rhythm throbbing through your chest,

You’d feel it through and through

Beats soaring high in the sky

And if I could I’d shoot heaven on down for you,

I’d do it whenever you asked, it doesn’t matter your past,

Finish that glass of wine and give it here

Lets cheers to a new year!

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