| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| Well, you’ve made out on this last crime…
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| Like a thief in the night selling crack part time
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| But I know your beliefs well surpass mine
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| And I know I’m a whore on the block with a dime
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| Weighing light, just a knife in my pocket
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| And a heart like a stone, spending all my nights
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| Trying my best to distinguish your reasons
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| Trying my best to distinguish wrong from right
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| And I’ll say
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| Well, I’ll say
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| Yes, I’ll say it again
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| You’re a crutch for my life, it’s alright
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| Treating all my desperate thinking
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| I’m offering my life, I’m alright
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| I’ll bleed myself with lack of meaning
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone, bleeding
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own, dreaming
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own
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| Here’s a little toast to you leaving me all alone
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| And here’s another toast to you giving up all you own |