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Another year, another year. |
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Raise your glass high. |
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Leaves will fall, the snow will fall. |
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Raise your glass high. |
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, |
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And never brought to mind. |
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One year, now. |
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We're all here, now. |
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Tonight, to hell with everything else. |
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves. |
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Raise your glass high... |
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To fallen friends, |
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To tragic ends, |
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To lovers lost, |
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Of a heart's exhaust, |
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To wasted time, |
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To wasting time. |
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(Raise your glass high) |
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To money gained, |
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To money spent, |
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A whim's in need of a real intent. (wrong) |
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To its resolving arguments. |
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One year, now. |
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We're all here, now. |
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Tonight, to hell with everything else. |
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves. |
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Here's to a hundred years, |
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And if the drink should fall... |
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Let it fall for the drinkers, |
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Let it fall... |
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Fall. |
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Tonight, to hell with everything else. |
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves. |
