How long have we tried to make this work?
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We stretched our love across the globe
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And wore it out until it broke.
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And for the past six years we've tangled ourselves up inside this mess
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Of you and me, a tragedy, an awkward dance,
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A symphony.
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Here's to you.
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As the sounds of empty metaphors collide
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Pain and despair are forced to take the stage,
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Played out before our eyes.
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Meanwhile morphine drips and baby cribs are keeping me alive.
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And now I see it was never me,
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You want anything but me.
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Oh dear.
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Like a plane in the mountainside,
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We were flawed.
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Opposites that somehow collide.
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On the night that all is lost
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And everything begins anew,
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When all is said and done,
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I'll raise my glass and say:
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Here's to you.
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You are the song that won't stop
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Playing in my dizzy head and
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You are the sea that pulled me in
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And ripped my body into shreds.
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And all the lovers kiss
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As the ball comes down.
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I'll be the only trash that's left
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To sweep up now.
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Like a plane in the mountainside,
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We were flawed.
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Opposites that somehow collide.
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On the night that all is lost
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And everything begins anew,
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When all is said and done,
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I'll raise my glass and say:
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Here's to...
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You are the loveliest tear I've cried.
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All the best and all the worst days of my life.
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Thank you for the love, the laughs, and even for the tears.
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And as this clock strikes twelve I'll finally walk away...
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Here's to you.
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The Last Night Of The Year
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