Oh and here we go again
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A broken bottle in my hand
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And our taxed joints crack and bend
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From our backs we rise and stand
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Oh and here we go again
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Our vision wincing towards the sun
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Delerium tremens shake and stand
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And we decide this isn't fun
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Oh and here we go again
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On the sharp edge of a knife
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Singing not but only pain
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But for some semblance of a life
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That they cannot take or tax
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For it's all that we can do
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The nucleus of all my friends
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And I lift my glass to you
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Oh and here we go again
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With The North Wind/Here We Go Again
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| The Tossers |
