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letra de the toast - don burnham

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here’s to the ones who pick me up
to the ones who let me down
to the ones who did a double take
on my second time around

to the push and pull confusion
that was reelin’ in my brain
to a hundred haunted sleepless nights
a hundred days of rain

but the wine’s a little bitter
and it burns upon your lip
as you chance now to remember
all the things you would forget

here’s to the apathetic crowd
watch the k!ller flee
i’m sure i’m in there somewhere
was that k!ller me?
and here’s to the ones who knew the score
but wouldn’t take a stand
to the ones who pledged themselves to fight
but came with empty hands

the wine’s a little bitter
and it burns upon your lip
as you chance now to remember
and remember with regret

here’s to the ones who stood and watched
but wouldn’t play the game
and here’s to the ones who wanted love
but couldn’t stand the pain

the ones who wanted all i had
were the ones who wouldn’t give
the ones who wanted most from life
were the ones afraid to live

but the wine’s a little bitter
and it burns upon your lip
as you chance now to remember
and remember with each sip

here’s to each and every man
in his secret self-made h-ll
where the prisoner is the jailer
and your mind becomes the cell
and here’s to the private wars you fight
i hope you’ll all be free
and here’s to the one this song’s about
here’s to me

as the bottle’s getting empty
and your friends have all gone home
and you drink the toast in silence
and you drink it all alone

- don burnham

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