| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re facing our way, our feet back on the ground
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| There’s no one who can really stop us now
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| And if you think that night comes to an end
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| Then let us sing once again
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re going down to the bottom of our glass
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| So swallow down, so swallow down
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| We’re raising our glasses and pound them on the ground
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| So swallow down, so swallow down
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| There’s no one who can really stop us now
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| And if you think that life makes no sence
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| Then let us sing once again:
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re going down to the bottom of our glass
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| At the dead of night we are drinking here and make the sun rise again
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| So here’s to you, to my good old friends, I raise my glass to them
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re facing our way, our feet back on the ground
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| There’s no one who can really stop us now
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| And if you think that night comes to an end
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| Then let us sing once again
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re going down to the bottom of our glass
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| At the dead of night we are drinking here and make the sun rise again
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| So here’s to you, to my good old friends, I raise my glass to them
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| We’re going down, we’re going down
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| We’re going down to the bottom of our glass |