| Here’s to the long suffering paramour
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| To bloody fists still banging on the door
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| Here’s to the fury, the sorrow, and all the coughed up regret
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| To devotion cadles blinking at the darkness
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| Here’s to the king of fools uchred by the Jack of Hearts
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| Here’s to all the rolling bones
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| Here’s to all the lucky charms
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| Long may you (long may you)
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| Long may you love
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| And be loved
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| Here’s to the earth scratched underneath your nails
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| The fugitive and the refugee and every tear that trails
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| Here’s to courageous tongues, living hard and true
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| Here’s to all the shit we gotta scrape off our shoes
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| Here’s to the shameless bumb and grind, so swift and sweet
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| Here’s to the morning when you don’t have to leave
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| Long may you (long may you)
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| Long may you love
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| And be loved
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| Here’s to the complicated blue
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| Here’s to being here with you
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| Here’s to the slipstream wonder and the mystery
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| The cymbal-crashing crescendo of all eternity
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| Long may you (long may you)
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| Long may you love
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| And be loved
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| Long may you (long may you)
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| Long may you love
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| And be loved
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| And be loved
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| And be loved
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| And be loved |