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Here's a song to all my friends |
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I know they'd like |
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I remember every drunken night at the old dive |
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Driving the ol'wreck |
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Trying to make it home somehow |
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One more pit stop at our favoritewatering hole |
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The ghost of |
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Christmas pastswallowed all our pride |
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We'd open up our story booksand water down the eyesour demons raised their glasses singing"I propose a toast to my friends" |
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Who's buying the next round |
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Cup half empty |
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Cup half full |
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Perspectives and beers |
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They weren't failure |
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Just the regulars of my favorite year |
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They come and gopaying their toll |
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From mobiles homes |
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Decaying old unsound minds |
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The ghost of |
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Cristmas failuredancing to the click of time |
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The beating of defeat |
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Shaking in his handsa lifetime of retreat |
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And his regrets were ours |
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A time to say good-bye |
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I've been waiting so long for you to callmy old friend |
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To all my friends... |
