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Here's to those who love not too wisely, know not wisely, but too well |
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To the girl who sighs with envy when she hears that wedding bell |
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To the guy who'd throw a party if he knew someone to call |
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Here's to the losers, bless them all |
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Here's to those who drink their dinners when that lady doesn't show |
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To the girl who'll wait for kisses underneath that mistletoe |
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To the lonely summer lovers when the leaves begin to fall |
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Here's to the losers, a-bless them all |
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Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of the rain |
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Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne |
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Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe |
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All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive |
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Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small |
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Here's to the losers, bless them all |
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Hey, Tom, Dick and Harry, come in out of that rain |
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Those torches you carry must be drowned in champagne |
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Here's the last toast of the evening, here's to those who still believe |
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All the losers will be winners, all the givers shall receive |
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Here's to trouble-free tomorrows, may your sorrows all be small |
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Here's to the losers, here's to the losers, here's to the losers |
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Bless them all! |
