This is the last time
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That you'll ever hear me say:
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Last call for a better life
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In wedding and cheap champagne.
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Last call for a friday night
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In bathroom stalls and crowded bar.
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Last call. Right before your eyes,
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We celebrate our separate lives.
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Last Call. Where are you friends?
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They're speaking secrets in a silent shout:
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Everything we build, it falls apart,
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And the architect abandons us.
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Last call, when i held you tight,
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The dj played cuts from The Knife.
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Last call, where we used to meet,
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Now we look away and we skip a beat.
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Circular Breathing will separate these feelings
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with heart attack efficiency,
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Erase the figure as it falls.
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(Support collapses at the center of this opposition.
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This infrastructure calls for circular resuscitation)
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The wedding starts
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The guests appear
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The church bells ringing endlessly
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Bride and groom are hand in hand
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And everything goes as it's planned:
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The parents smile,
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The priest chokes up,
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The organ plays "Amazing Grace"
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And underneath the thin white veil
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You can hear them say:
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"Last call for the matching hearts
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Last call for the yellow birds
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Last call for the two of us"
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And the people sing
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La la la la, la la la
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Last Call
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Thursday |