Raise Your Glass High

04/01/2010

Another year, another year.
Raise your glass high.
Leaves will fall, the snow will fall.
Raise your glass high.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind.

One year, now.
We’re all here, now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We’ll drink hard, we’ll drink to ourselves.

Raise your glass high…
To fallen friends,
To tragic ends,
To lovers lost,
Of a heart’s exhaust,
To wasted time,
To wasting time.
(Raise your glass high)
To money gained,
To money spent,
A whim’s in need of a real intent. (wrong)
To its resolving arguments.

One year, now.
We’re all here, now.
Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We’ll drink hard, we’ll drink to ourselves.

Here’s to a hundred years,
And if the drink should fall…
Let it fall for the drinkers,
Let it fall…
Fall.

Tonight, to hell with everything else.
We’ll drink hard, we’ll drink to ourselves.

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