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A funny %s thing happened,
We got drunk to the show,
With terrible bind in our hearts,
And the laugh's on me.
Through fields of blue we roam,
Where whispers softly call,
The heart finds a home,
And bright shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And warmth fill our souls,
For days beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So got drunk and play, friends,
With terrible bind filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our home for aye.
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