| Here’s a song to all my friends
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| I know they’d like
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| I remember every drunken night at the old dive
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| Driving the ol’wreck
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| Trying to make it home somehow
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| One more pit stop at our favorite
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| Watering hole
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| The ghost of Christmas past
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| Swallowed all our pride
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| We’d open up our story books
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| And water down the eyes
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| Our demons raised their glasses singing
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| «I propose a toast to my friends»
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| Who’s buying the next round
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| Cup half empty Cup half full
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| Perspectives and beers
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| They weren’t failure
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| Just the regulars of my favorite year
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| They come and go
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| Paying their toll
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| From mobiles homes
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| Decaying old unsound minds
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| The ghost of Cristmas failure
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| Dancing to the click of time
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| The beating of defeat
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| Shaking in his hands
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| A lifetime of retreat
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| And his regrets were ours
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| A time to say good-bye
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| I’ve been waiting so long for you to call
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| My old friend
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| To all my friends… |