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Here's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the bill |
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Deep inside both of us can feel the autumn chill |
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Birds of passage, you and me |
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We fly instinctively |
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When the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sun |
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Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done |
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In our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treks |
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Slightly worn but dignified and not too old for sex |
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We're still striving for the sky |
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No taste for humble pie |
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Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun |
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Neither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done |
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It's so strange when you're down and lying on the floor |
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How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more |
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Clear-headed and open-eyed |
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With nothing left untried |
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Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run |
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There's no hurry any more when all is said and done |