With pupils dilated
And rose tinted glasses
An explosion inside your brain
That face that said bye from the plane
When will I see it again?
I may not see it again at all
When everyone is witty
And you are the wittiest of them all
One more drink you say
One more that will wash all cares away
One more and then I shall
Call it a day.
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