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A drink, a toast and all we hold dear...
But I'm afraid we have reached our bitter ends
So let's raise a toast for all our acts
For friends present and lovers past
For our once fortunate freedom dead and gone
For every treasured word in our tragic love song
For the stars that shone in our twilight haze
For the sun that blessed our endless summer days
For the words we scrawled in bathroom stalls
For our joy filled footsteps echoing through halls
For that blue eyed one you might have kissed
For the chance of happiness that you missed
For those who wished they could stick around
But are buried six feet under the ground
For your need to follow your own sense of fashion
For all the things that filled you with Passion
For the utterly ridiculous and truly absurd
For every single voice you've ever heard.
A drink for the broken sleeping on the street
A drink for the victims buried beneath your feet
A drink for those who saw it all
But couldn't help and had to watch them fall
A drink for the eyes that pulled you in
A drink for all the places you wished you'd been
A drink for all the memories lost
A drink for all it ever cost.
So swallow it down, every drop
And smile as your heart begins to stop
For when all is said and done my dears
A lot of our lives was filled with wasted years.