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[Strophe]D G A DHere's to us one more toast and then we'll pay the billD G A DDeep inside both of us can feel the autumn chillD G A DBirds of passage, you and me, we fly instinctivelyD G A DWhen the summer's over and the dark clouds hide the sunD G A DNeither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done[Strophe]D G A DIn our lives we have walked some strange and lonely treksD G A DSlightly worn but dignified and not too old for sexD G A DWe're still striving for the sky, no taste for humble pieD G A DThanks for all your generous love and thanks for all the funD G A DNeither you nor I'm to blame when all is said and done[Strophe]D G A DIt's so strange when you're down and lying on the floorD G A DHow you rise, shake your head, get up and ask for moreD G A DClear-headed and open-eyed, with nothing left untriedD G A DStanding calmly at the crossroads, no desire to runD G A DThere's no hurry any more when all is said and done[Outro]D G A DStanding calmly at the crossroads, no desire to runD G A DThere's no hurry any more when all is said and done