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Raise your glasses |
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Think of the times we've had |
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Wash down your pride |
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Think of all the things |
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We should have said |
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We should have said |
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Why does it have to end that way? |
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Every hello means good-bye someday |
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All precious moments laid to waste |
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And all the good times washed away |
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Save up your smiles |
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Wait for the impending crash |
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Days will be grey |
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And nights will be black like cash |
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So raise |
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Your voice |
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Speak up and make a wish |
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Yeah, raise |
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Your voice |
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And tell me |
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What you miss |
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You'll dearly miss |
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Why does it have to end that way? |
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Every hello means good-bye someday |
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I seems like nothing's here to stay |
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I already miss you, already miss you all today |
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Think of all the times |
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We had |
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Think of what we should |
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Have said |
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Tonight is bittersweet |
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Bittersweet |
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The Night is bittersweet |
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Bittersweet |
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Yeah |
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Yeah |
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Why does it have to end that way? (days will be grey) |
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Every hello means good-bye someday |
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why must we always end that way? (all laid to waste) |
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Let's raise our glasses to decay |
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C'mon, raise your glass |
