| Raise your glasses please into a toast
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| For we are many hometown ghosts.
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| Let it spill all over the floor.
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| What the hell are you saving it for?
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| On June, July, August, September.
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| Let’s drink 'em all, I don’t want to remember.
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| These have been the best years of our lives.
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| It’s a shame my dear,
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| There’s no room for lost years.
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| So we’re leaving, we’re leaving tonight.
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| You look lovely lying wasted on your bed,
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| Staring at a photograph of you and your best friend.
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| They said make a cross over your hearts,
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| And we’ll swear we’ll never drift apart.
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| It’s a shame my dear,
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| To be leaving you here.
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| But we’re leaving, we’re leaving tonight.
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| Oh my heroes, my brothers, where have you gone?
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| There is something in the air, something is wrong.
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| Where is my father, my mother, my sister, my lover?
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| Have you all gone over to the other side?
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| It’s a shame my dears,
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| There’s no room for me here.
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| So I’m leaving, I’m leaving tonight. |