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Albums:

I Love Your Glasses (Russian Red) · Put on Your Rosy Red Glasses (The Number Twelve Looks Like You) · Rose Colored Glasses (John Conlee) · Glasses Man/Everybody Is Dan (Ken Laszlo) · Rose Colored Glasses (Kelly Rowland) · With Glasses: The Very Best of John Fred and His Playboy Band (John Fred) · Heart Shaped Glasses [CA CD] (Marilyn Manson) · Rose Colored Glasses (John Conlee) · Heart Shaped Glasses (When the Heart Guides the Hand) (Marilyn Manson) · Rose Colored Glasses (San Francisco Starlight Orchestra) – and 90 other albums »


Hit the lights we're faded
Raise your glasses
Strike the matches
Burn burn burn
'Til the city's on fire
Daylights far away
Can't stop us there's
lenses, grow to glasses
Small world, dimly seen through cataracts

Your program, newspaper
So they say

Rumor spread by word of mouth
Jump onto
To kick-start his mind now and then
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Does God really care for your life in the suburbs?
Your dull little
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned? 

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
understand
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face
The sense of your leaving
Was it the way it was planned? 

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
there's always rain
What's that hassles
It sounds so mundane
Let's raise glasses
And toast to luck once again
For all your moods in minor
Are
by side 
And we'll remember all the good times we've shared 
So raise your glasses high 
To the things that can go in the blink of an eye
the way it was planned?

And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never sayin'
down to the spirit store
We'll drink till we just
Can't drink anymore

Raise your glasses high
Drink the cellar dry

Well, bloody my nose
To kick-start his mind now and then
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen

Does God really care for your life in the suburbs?
Your dull little
coal trucks by the line and
Raise your glasses one more time
Cause Billy has gone off to war
And God knows what he's fighting for
But wartime will
the craic it flows
With Wally Putt and Gard O'Brien
The best of times we've ever known

So raise your glasses to the heaves
The O'Reilly's and the Nevin's
Lose yourself tonight

So let's go (go, go, go) all the way
Yeah let's go (go, go, go) night and day
From the floor to the rafters
People raise your
From the floor to the rafters 
People raise your glasses
We could dance forever

Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come
From the floor to the rafters 
People raise your glasses
We could dance forever

Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come
From the floor to the rafters 
People raise your glasses
We could dance forever

Hit the lights
Let the music move you
Lose yourself tonight
Come
it was planned'
And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never sayin'
(Here's to Roc-A-Fella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and
(Here's to the Roc)
This is the last call for alcohol, for
go night and day.
From the floor, to the rafters, people raise your glasses,
We could dance forever!

Hit the lights, let the music move you, lose
it was planned'
And so we grace another table
And raise our glasses one more time
There's a face at the window
And I ain't never, never sayin'
possibly pose when I'm on your coast?
So raise your guns or your glasses
Either way there'll be a toast in the air
Markin the return of bare minimums you
the mood
Like bottles of champagne with gold-trim glasses 
A king-size waterbed to lay your ass in
A video screen, of you and me
So don't be camera-shy; I
Whose nightly spreading grin
Persists in other faces
By whom I'm slowly taken in

Absinthe With Faust
Pour the emerald wine
Into crystal glasses
We
What is happening?

So shoot your little cannons and let the boombox pound
Raise up our glasses and
Throw it on the ground!
Alcohol is poison, man!

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