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Empty glass
Gets another round
Squeaky chair
Makes another sound
There is a gentle breeze
Playing in your hair
Come take a bow
While youre still
All there
Its what it is
Its what it was
Its what it will be here
After us
There is no memory
Theres no recall
No recollections
At all
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings
To a close
Its what there is
Its what there was
Its what will be here
After us
Your dark glasses
Sliding down your nose
Now bring these proceedings
To a close
You can make it all worthwhile
You can lend yourself some style
You can give them all the reasons
Al the facts that you have seasoned
You can hear them hoot and holler
As you come across a scholar
You can set your name in lights
You can make two wrongs a right