This is getting old
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And so are you.
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Everything you know
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And never knew.
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Will run through your fingers
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Just like sand.
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Enjoy it while you can.
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Like a snake between two stones
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It itches in your bones.
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Take a deep breath and swallow
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Your sorrow
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Tomorrow.
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So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
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To the thing that hurts you most.
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It's your last cup of sorrow.
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What can you say?
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Finish it today.
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It's your last cup of sorrow.
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So think of me
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And get on your way.
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It won't begin
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Until you make it end.
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Until you know the how the where and the when.
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With a new face you might surprise yourself.
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Like a snake between two stones
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It itches in your bones.
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Take a deeper breath and swallow
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Your sorrow
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Tomorrow.
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So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
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To the thing that hurts you most.
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It's your last cup of sorrow.
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What can you say?
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Finish it today.
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It's your last cup of sorrow.
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So think of me
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And get on your way!
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You might surprise yourself
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You might surprise yourself
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Last Cup Of Sorrow
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| Faith No More |
