Last night after the ball dropped
The pictures told all the stories
In the master plan of the universe
Sparkling inside a cloud of glitter
Familiar faces shifting glass glances
Next stop at the drop of a hat flattered
Next step backwards away from here
It didn't turn out the way you planned
Still affected for the rest of all eternity
I will be here waiting for you tomorrow
When the world sends your first curveball
I will lend you a hand or a shoulder to cry on
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