| Close the door and pull the wine |
| Fill your glass, but don't fill mine |
| Here's to you and I for the last time |
| Here's to me or sometime past time |
| Here's to love, an empty glass |
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| Feeling low, but it will pass |
| With some coffee, damitas |
| Black and strong and very bitter |
| I can think of nothing fitter |
| For a lover, second class |
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| Deep inside I guess I knew |
| You were too good, to be true |
| Still it rocked me to discover |
| You would kiss and run for cover |
| When I started loving you |
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| Nothing could have made it last |
| Say goodbye and say it fast |
| Here's to you and I for the last time |
| Here's to me or sometime past time |
| Here's to love, an empty glass |
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