| This is getting old and so are you
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| Everything you know and never knew
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| Will run through your fingers just like sand
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| Enjoy it while you can
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| Like a snake between two stones
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| It itches in your bones
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| Take a deep breath and swallow
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| Your sorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| So raise it up and let’s propose a toast
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| To the thing that hurts you most
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| It’s your last cup of sorrow
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| What can you say?
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| Finish it today
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| It’s your last cup of sorrow
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| So think of me
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| And get on your way
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| It won’t begin
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| Until you make it end
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| Until you know the how the where and the when
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| With a new face you might surprise yourself
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| Like a snake between two stones
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| It itches in your bones
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| Take a deeper breath and swallow
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| Your sorrow
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| Tomorrow
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| Raise it up and let’s propose a toast
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| To the thing that hurts you most
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| It’s your last cup of sorrow
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| What can you say?
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| Finish it today
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| It’s your last cup of sorrow
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| So think of me
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| And get on your way
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself
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| You might surprise yourself |