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Red wine part 2

Red wine part 2 It trickles and swirls around my worn out mug Tattoes and tears so they think I'm a thug Really though everyday I grow And I'd like to say that but no The red wine just flows The cup gets empty quick these days For real crime it doesn't pay Do say what you say I was raised this way So the cup fills once more Red wine in this blue container Bed seems like sweet dreamers Had to find and gather So I wake and fill her Until it goes These are Red wine kinda dayz...

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