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Back at the house a bottle is found |
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And opened in honour of those who have drowned |
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While we who have not are stricken with guilt |
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And dutifully see that not one drop is spilt |
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We're drinking to life, we're drinking to death |
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We're drinking 'till none of our livers are left |
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We're winding our way down to the spirit store |
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We'll drink 'till we just can't drink any more |
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Raise your glasses high! |
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Drink the cellar dry! |
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Well bloody my nose and blacken my eye |
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If it ain't some young punk in search of a fight |
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And shaunticles' chest is sagging with pride |
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For honour has yet to be satisfied |
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Well heaven be thanked we live in an age |
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Where no man need bother except on the stage |
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With dulce et decorum est pro patria mori |
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And definitely not tonight... |
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I can still remember |
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When i was just a kid |
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I was free to do what i wanted to |
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But never ever did |
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And now with years of discretion reached may we not forget |
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Liberte egalite fraternite |
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For there's life in the old world yet |
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There'll always be an england |
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An ireland and our france |
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A lichtenstein and finland |
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For we have only one chance |
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Then this young man with an unhealthy tan |
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Puts a drink in my hand and says i understand |
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You're in search of a place to continue the chase |
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Of the heavenly taste i suggest in that case |
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That you all come with me to my place by the sea |
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Where the glasses shall be overflowing with free |
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Alcoholic delights (and free love if you like) |
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For what point has this life if you can't realise your dreams? |
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Raise your glasses high! |
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Drink the town dry! |
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We'll drink beyond the boundaries of sense |
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We'll drink 'till we start to see lovely pink elephants |
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Inside our heads, inside our beds, inside ???? |
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So don't shoot 'till you see the reds of our eyes |
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And an army of elephants marching behind |
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From the night i was born 'till the day i will die |
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All my lovers will be pink and elephantine! |
