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To the old chrome cassette of my mother's voice |
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I still cry when I hear her sing |
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The clock struck twelve, the voice I love so well |
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Was eaten up by the machine |
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It was eaten up by the machine |
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When the glass is full, drink up, drink up |
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This maybe the last time we see this cup |
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If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the glass over |
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So while it is full we drink up |
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A toast to Mary, a girl I once loved |
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Oh Lord, why do things have to die? |
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If drinking beer could bring her back here |
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I'd drink the damn place dry |
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Yes, I'd drink the damn place dry |
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When the glass is full, drink up, drink up |
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This maybe the last time we see this cup |
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If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the glass over |
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So while it is full we drink up |
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Here's to the old house on Lily Pond Lane |
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And the room where my boots used to rest |
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One day I gave the foundation a shake |
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But my home, it did not pass the test |
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No, my home, it did not pass the test |
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When the glass is full, drink up, drink up |
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This maybe the last time we see this cup |
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If God wanted us sober, he'd knock the glass over |
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So while it is full we drink up |
