| Lift up your glass to tomorrow
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| Say your own sad farewells for today
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| But how can parting be such a sweet sorrow
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| When you can’t find the right words to say
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| Oh, I can see I will have to be moving
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| I’ve been standing out here for too long
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| But I know all the friends I’ll be losing
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| Oh, I will see them again further on
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| There’s a time when crying comes easy
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| When there’s more to be lost than be won
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| And I know that tomorrow might see me
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| On the other side of the sun
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| Well I’ve been looking in every direction
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| For the places that I used to know
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| But on making a closer inspection
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| I noticed I didn’t know which way to go
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| So we’ll finish our glasses together
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| Then we know we can no longer hide
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| And the silence will linger forever
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| Well, it is there and it helps you decide
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| That it’s not as it seemed in the stories
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| That you made when you wanted to dream
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| So you pick up your pieces before you find out
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| That you might have been left in between |