Un derniere verre

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Come, sit at the table under October's able skiiees,
Bm
Once we'd seen eye to eye,
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I'd known that I'd pass you by, and I tried
Bm
The bell's chime, telling times,

Completed and lined,
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The world moves on, I find,
Bm
No, but I,
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Learned of time by your hands
Bm
And in shallow waters, then,
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I learned not to swim but to lie,
Bm
I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out

I insist on doubts,
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We're already laying on the glass, the glass...

Bm C#m

End on Bm