It's the third of October
Best laid plans are not sober
Maybe not the way we thought we'd planned
But both of us will take this hand
Of where we go from here, oh
This last call could be all we can do for each other
Embrace for a dear old friend
We'll toast what could have been
I don't know how to mend it
When all of my plans have depended on you
But at least tonight we still pretend
Hold each other close like it's not the end
And you can send me balloons
And we can laugh at the doom
Doesn't it say something too
This last call could be all we can do for each other
Embrace for a dear old friend
We'll toast what could have been
Every masterpiece I'd write again
You'll always be my porcelain
Haven't had enough of you all to myself
And there's no place like home
They're all still on the table
Toast what could, what could have been
Toast what could, what could have been
Toast what could, what could have been
Toast what could, what could have been
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