| Let us raise this glass of wine
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| For your blood burns just like mine
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| And we neither felt too much going home
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| You know I never really had the mind
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| For an ordinary life
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| But I guess I’m going to give it a try
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| So here goes…
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| And I know we both had enough
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| Drinking from this broken cup
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| That we neither feel too much more like sherry
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| But again, boys, to your feet
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| One last time on Benefit Street
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| Set aside these worried lives you’ve been bearing
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| Though the years have been unkind
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| Like a winter clementine
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| We can only come of age in the cold
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| Now, what small comfort we might take
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| That we’ve both been born to brave
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| Leaves us humbled, keeps us honest; |
| we’re bold
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| And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men
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| And alone in the dark, we don’t know what their secrets weave
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| And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you
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| If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean
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| Then they gather in the gloom
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| Shadows of a darkened room
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| Playing games of luck and fortune, they never win
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| Don’t use shiny tints of wallflowers, counting out your final hours
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| Go on, take a swing, again
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| And we laugh, and we sing, and we dance of the dance of the wise men
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| And alone in the dark, we don’t know what their secrets weave
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| And I promise, I know that the poison will surely pass through you
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| If you scrub, and you wash, then eventually you will come clean |