Now I will take
Page after page
That measured the months
And marshalled the days
And all that I've done
Is written right here
There's only one way
To finish the year
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
I wish I could say
I felt satisfied
The tyranny ends
The day is mine
But I want to be in again
Perhaps that is strange
Nothing is different
But everything's changed
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
Burn, calendar, burn
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