Another year, another year.
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Raise your glass high.
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Leaves will fall, the snow will fall.
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Raise your glass high.
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Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
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And never brought to mind.
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One year, now.
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We're all here, now.
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Tonight, to hell with everything else.
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.
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Raise your glass high...
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To fallen friends,
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To tragic ends,
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To lovers lost,
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Of a heart's exhaust,
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To wasted time,
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To wasting time.
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(Raise your glass high)
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To money gained,
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To money spent,
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A whim's in need of a real intent. (wrong)
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To its resolving arguments.
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One year, now.
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We're all here, now.
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Tonight, to hell with everything else.
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.
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Here's to a hundred years,
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And if the drink should fall...
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Let it fall for the drinkers,
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Let it fall...
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Fall.
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Tonight, to hell with everything else.
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We'll drink hard, we'll drink to ourselves.
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Fall For The Drinker
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| Boysnightout (Boys Night Out) |
