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Long lit up tonight and still drinking |
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Don't we have anything to live for? |
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Well of course we do |
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But till they come true |
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We're drinking |
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And we're still smoking |
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Don't we have anything to live for? |
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Well of course we do |
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But till they come true |
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We're smoking |
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We all want to know what nobody knows |
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What the nights of wine and roses hold |
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For the wine and roses of our souls |
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So we down our drinks in a funnel of friends |
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And we burn our blends right down to the end |
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We don't cry for those nights to arrive |
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We yell like hell to the heavens |
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We all want to know what nobody knows |
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What the nights of wine and roses hold |
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For the wine and roses of our souls |
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So we down our drinks in a funnel of friends |
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And we burn our blends right down to the end |
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We don't cry for those nights to arrive |
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We yell like hell to the heavens |
