| I can’t deny it
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| I could make a living
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| Had to learn in the hard way
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| My eyes are open
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| I suffer no illusions
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| About a social interplay
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| I thought those days were behind me
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| How did you find me, blind me
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| And shoot me out to pieces again
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| Here’s to saying goodbye
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| Here’s mud in your eye
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| Here’s to making things worse
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| There’s no way to be kind
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| Love’s deaf loving blind
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| Get my licks in first
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| You were so cool
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| Ice wouldn’t melt in your mouth
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| You got your quota on souls to fill
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| You gave your word
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| That’s about as good as a nearly minted three dollar bill
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| I took my eyes off of the road
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| And what do you know that you go
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| Got your hands stucking until again
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| Here’s to saying goodbye
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| Here’s mud in your eye
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| Here’s to losing our shirts
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| Here’s to you in the crowd
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| There are drinks all around
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| Lawyers do your worst
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| When you’re writing my breakdown in to your resumé
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| Just hope you don’t need me in some dark alley way
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| I keep on praying you’re coming as you’re sad and alone, but drama
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| That drags you back to hell again
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| Here’s to saying goodbye
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| Here’s mud in your eye
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| Here’s to losing our shirts
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| Here’s hoping it hurts
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| Here’s to pulling you down
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| What goes around, comes around
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| Here’s to leap in this course
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| Here’s hoping it hurts |