| Drink with me to days gone by
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| Sing with me the songs we knew
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| Here’s to pretty girls who went to our heads
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| Here’s to witty girls who went to our beds
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| Here’s to them and here’s to you!
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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
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| When you fall?
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| Could it be your death
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| Means nothing at all?
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| Is your life just one more lie?
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| Drink with me
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| To days
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| Gone by
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| To the life
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| That used
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| To be
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| Drink with me
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| To days
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| Gone by
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| To the life
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| That used
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| To be
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| At the shrine of friendship, never say die
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| Let the wine of friendship never run dry
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| Here’s to you
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| And here’s
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| To me
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| Here’s to you
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| And here’s
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| To me
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| 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
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| For me? |