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Making soft foot illusions at the end of December To walk a little slower then try to talk cleaner If I'm particularly ambitious, I'll wake before the sun up We'll cook more together And try not to ever fall asleep with the light switch on 'Cause January first will be here, ready or not I can be too careful, you can be too kind I can too sorry, you can be too right And we can be too knowing, we can be too wise If we both stay quiet, it'll keep us blind 'Cause January first will be here, ready or not And one way or another, I love you more than I thought There's a comfort in knowing how a story ends Maybe that's why I don't mind when you tell the same ones Over and over and over again Because January first will be here, we'll make it or not And one way or another, I love you more than I thought Oh, more than I thought From Letras Mania