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Feuilly: Drink with me, todays gone by. |
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Sing with me the songs we knew. |
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Provaire: Here's to pretty girls who went to our heads |
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Joly: Here's to witty girls who went to our beds |
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Men: Here's to them and here's to you |
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Grantaire: |
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Drink with me to days gone by, |
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Can it be you fear to die? |
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Will the world remember you when you fall? |
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Could it be your death means nothing at all? |
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Is your life just one more lie? |
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Men: drink with me |
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women: drink with me |
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men: todays |
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Women: todays |
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Men: gone by |
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Women: Gone by |
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Men: to the life |
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Women: to the life |
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men: that used |
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Women: that used |
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men: to be |
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Women: to be. at the shrine of friendship never say die |
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Both: let the wine of friendship never run dry |
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Men: here's to you |
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Women: here's to you |
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Men: and here's |
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Women: and here's |
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Men: to me |
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Women: to me |
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Marius: do I care if I should die, |
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now she goes across the sea? |
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Life without cosette means nothing at all. |
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Would you weep Cosette should Marius fall? |
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Will you weep cosette, for me? |
