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It is almost that time,
the day that I hate the most.
So, I raise up this glass,
filled with a crimson liquid to toast...

Here's to the ones that I shared it with,
the ones who have caused this pain.
Here's to the ones that have gone away,
never to see this crimson pain...

Here's to the ones that forget I exist,
let's hope I do the same.
For this liquid is a funny thing,
I soon forget my own name...

Here's to the ones that stress me out,
I hope you soon get put out.
Here's to the ones that piss me off,
well, they can go f*** off...

Here's to the ones that listen,
they are the ones that glisten.
Here's to the one that's now here,
for her the world christen's...

And here's to the floor,
that is now supporting me.
I know not how I got here,
but its a good floor...

And so we toast once more,
ish been a good year,
shince the day that it was brought in,
39 days and shtill countin....

Thish reminds me of a phrase,
funny thing that.
For I am now drinking that,
no more, no bat...

1 tekilla,
2 tekilla,
3 tekilla floor....
Ish a good floor....