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I don't mean to sound ungrateful |
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Shouldn't we both be in frame? |
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For such a reconnecting gesture |
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To be voyeurs in exchange |
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We could say we didn't mean it |
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We could dig up all the names |
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We could brag about our future |
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Talk about our leaving day |
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We could have a small reunion |
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For all the people that we knew |
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We'll all get drunk and celebrate |
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Here's to me and here's to you |
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Do we? |
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Savour all the little pieces |
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Picture rooms and empty seats |
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Imagine everybody leaving |
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Without the starving self-esteems |
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We could say we didn't mean it |
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We could dig up all the names |
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We could brag about our future |
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Talk about our leaving day |
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We could have a small reunion |
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For all the people that we knew |
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We'll all get drunk and celebrate |
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Here's to different shades of blue |
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Here's to faces of our memories |
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To reprimanded attitudes |
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To forgetting all the pretense |
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To all the people that we knew |
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We'll all get drunk and celebrate |
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Here's to me and here's to you |
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Do we? |
