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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're facing our way, our feet back on the ground |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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There's no one who can really stop us now |
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And if you think that night comes to an end |
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Then let us sing once again |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're going down to the bottom of our glass |
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So swallow down, so swallow down |
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We're raising our glasses and pound them on the ground |
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So swallow down, so swallow down |
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There's no one who can really stop us now |
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And if you think that life makes no sence |
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Then let us sing once again: |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're going down to the bottom of our glass |
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At the dead of night we are drinking here and make the sun rise again |
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So here's to you, to my good old friends, I raise my glass to them |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're facing our way, our feet back on the ground |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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There's no one who can really stop us now |
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And if you think that night comes to an end |
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Then let us sing once again |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're going down to the bottom of our glass |
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At the dead of night we are drinking here and make the sun rise again |
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So here's to you, to my good old friends, I raise my glass to them |
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We're going down, we're going down |
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We're going down to the bottom of our glass |
