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With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth |
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Reach out for another one -- don't look back on the past |
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A chair through the window -- then through the looking glass |
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The crystal splinters shimmer -- bathe the pavement in moon-dust |
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Laughing in the crimson rain -- we feel no pain |
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With shards in our soles we'll dance again and again |
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Oh again and again amidst the laughter in the crimson rain |
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With your mouth around the bottle -- then you smash it on the hearth |
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Forget tomorrow's mess -- because right now is the best... |
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I guess we're dancing on glass... |
