| Come to me, please, all these years fall through,
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| Through the cracks and now this perfect view,
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| On the upside, both sides win.
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| On the downside, we buy, we pull through,
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| Through the pouring choices rich kids choose,
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| On a landslide, you ride in.
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| Drink to me, babe, then. |
| Think of me, babe, then.
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| Lady, we both know what the scores don’t show,
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| Drink to me, babe, then.
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| Now it’s come home, held on, held the truth,
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| Like a threat to point-blank eyes as proof,
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| You were too shy to lie to.
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| We’re offended, shocked our plan would fail,
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| Now you’ve wandered farther from the trail,
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| On a landslide, you ride in.
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| Drink to me, babe, then. |
| Think of me, babe, then.
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| Lady, we both know what the scores don’t show,
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| Drink to me, babe, then. |