| Here’s to us, one more toast, and then we’ll pay the bill
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| Deep inside, both of us can feel the autumn chill
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| Birds of passage, you and me
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| We fly instinctively
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| When the summer’s over and the dark clouds hide the sun
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| Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done
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| In our lives, we have walked some strange and lonely treks
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| Slightly worn, but dignified, and not too old for sex
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| We’re still striving for the sky
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| No taste for humble pie
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| Thanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the fun
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| Neither you nor I’m to blame when all is said and done
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| It’s so strange, when you’re down, and lying on the floor
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| How you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for more
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| Clear-headed and open-eyed
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| With nothing left untried
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| Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
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| There’s no hurry anymore when all is said and done
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| Standing calmly at the crossroads, no desire to run
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| There’s no hurry anymore when all is said and done |