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These are the days |
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These are the good ones |
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After this it's all down hill |
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I got a raise |
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But something smells rotten |
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All good till you can't pay the bill |
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Don't know what this has to do with drinking |
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Hooking up, that's all I want to do |
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But that old song's got me thinking |
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Drink up all your sorrow |
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Drink up, it's almost tomorrow |
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Drink up, time is borrowed |
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Drink up tomorrow we're through |
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I've heard it said |
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Seen it written |
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You can't stand still on a moving train |
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The seats are soft |
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Cabin's air-conditioned |
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You can't feel |
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The wind or the rain |
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You ride along laughing and drinking |
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Hooking up with whomever you do |
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But the train you're on is a ship that's sinking |
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Drink up all your sorrow |
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Drink up, it's almost tomorrow |
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Drink up, time is borrowed |
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Drink up tomorrow we're through |
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These are the days |
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Of ones and zeros |
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After this there's nothing new |
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Of all the ways |
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We could've been heroes |
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Tonight's the best we'll do |
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I'll figure out what this has to do with drinking |
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And hooking up when those days are through |
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As the harsh truth starts to sink in |
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Drink up all your sorrow |
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Drink up, it's only tomorrow |
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Drink up, time is borrowed |
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Drink up tomorrow we're through |
