Come, sit at the table under October's able skies,
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Once we'd seen eye to eye,
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I'd known that I'd pass you by, and I tried.
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The bell's chime seven times
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Completed at nine
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The world moves on, I find,
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No, but I,
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Learned of time by your hands.
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And in shallow waters, then,
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I learned not to swim but to lie,
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I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out
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I insist on doubts,
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We're already laying on the glass, the glass...
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Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)
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| Beirut |
