| Here’s to you and here’s to me
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| Baby, here’s to what we had
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| Before the wine got to my mind
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| And made the good go bad
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| Ain’t nothin' left that’s right for us
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| I know I am to blame
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| Another fool sits on a stool
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| In the alcohol of fame
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| I poured it down round after round
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| Till I lost control
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| All the warmth and all the wine
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| Has left me feeling cold, so cold
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| Somehow the cheer I find in here
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| It just isn’t quite the same
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| Another fool upon a stool
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| In the alcohol of fame
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| I poured it down, round after round
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| Till I lost control
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| All the warmth and all the wine
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| Has left me feelin' cold, so cold
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| Somehow the cheer I find in here
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| It just isn’t quite the same
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| Another fool, upon a stool
|
| In the alcohol of fame
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| Another fool, upon a stool
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| In the alcohol of fame |