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I saw you making celebrations, at your breakfast on the table |
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with the flask full to your lips here, not verboten |
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joy of living, joy in giving |
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for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes |
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and all the cartwheels through your past met, after breakfast in the garden |
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now the flask moves to your lips here, full forever not verboten, |
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joy of living, joy in giving |
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for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes |
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now you need this more than ever, as you see fit after dinner |
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with the flask split on your lips here, and the pie charts now become clear |
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gone forever, not verboten, joy of living, joy in giving |
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for tomorrow comes, before tomorrow comes |
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for tomorrow |