We spill the beer and wine on the floor. Toast to us, those above and below. We drown and drown. We let ourselves run and sink.
And the last one standing becomes the next one to leave.
(oaah woaah woaah ohh woaah o)
And so the days go and so they go Hours.
And this is how the friends go and this is how the rounds go.
There is a fire in my belly.
You have this burning too.
and makes my last tremble understand you, it's time for me to go.
You have to be strong when I tell you, it's okay in its own way.
We'll drown someday.
The first one Round to the last at the bar.
(oaah woaah woaah ohh woaah o)
I pour the worries into a glass of wine.
And I cry into the glass and I pour ' again.
Let me see your glasses, at the coming and going.
This round is on me, the next one is on you.
Like a scepter, one wet curse.
Like a torch, my diary.
It continues to burn and burns itself.
Like the next person who leaves us.
We are the last , the last ones at the bar.
That's okay, in its own way.
And I'm one of millions.
There are many of us, but what does that mean.
/>We'll drown at some point.
The first round to the last ones at the bar.
(oaah woaah woaah ohh woaah o)

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