This Year

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[Verse 1]

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I broke free on a Saturday morning, I put the pedal too the floor
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Headed north on Mills Avenue and listened to the engine roar

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My broken house behind me and good things ahead,
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a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time

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Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking
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aha! listen to the engine whine


[Chorus]

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I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
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I am going to make it though this year if it kills me


[Verse 2]

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I played video games in a drunken haze,
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I was seventeen years young
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Hurt my knuckles punching the machines
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the taste of scotch rich on my tongue

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And then Cathy showed up and we hung out
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trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean
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locking eyes holding hands
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twin high maintenance machines


[Chorus]

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I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
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I am going to make it though this year if it kills me


[Bridge]

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I drove home in the California dusk,
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I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum
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Pictured the look on my stepfather's face,
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ready for the bad things to come.


[Verse 3]

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I down shifted as I pulled into the driveway,
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the motor screaming out stuck in second gear
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The scene ends badly as you might imagine
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in a cavalcade of anger and fear
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There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year


[Chorus]

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I am going to make it through this year if it kills me
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I am going to make it though this year if it kills me

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