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cheers.
Darkly sparse rhetoric
whistling through smoke
here we are together
here we've come alone
Silently drinking songs
of dissonance and hope
our bellies are empty
but our hearts are full
We raise our glasses to
the absurdity of truth
we may be tired but
we are tried and true
With dirt on our hands
and a conscience clean
our sins are many
but still we sing
whistling through smoke
here we are together
here we've come alone
Silently drinking songs
of dissonance and hope
our bellies are empty
but our hearts are full
We raise our glasses to
the absurdity of truth
we may be tired but
we are tried and true
With dirt on our hands
and a conscience clean
our sins are many
but still we sing
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