Beirut - Un Dernier Verre (Pour La Route)

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  1. Come, sit at the table under October's able skies,
    Once we'd seen eye to eye,
    I'd known that I'd pass you by, and I tried.

    The bell's chime, telling times,
    Completed and lined,
    The world moves on, I find,
    No, but I, learned of time by your hands.

    And in shallow waters, then,
    I learned not to swim but to lie,
    I await for none, ten or twenty to burn out
    I insist on doubts,
 
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