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I used to have a secret cellar |
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Where I kept the sweetest of my wine |
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Now it seems that I've been too long |
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Hanging on the vine |
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And now she's turning it into water |
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Never be the same again |
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She's turning it into water |
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All my wine tastes like the rain |
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Damp has peeled away my labels, |
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I can't read the writing any more, |
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Nothing here to grace my tables |
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Nothing left to store |
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And now she's turning it into water |
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Never be the same again |
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She's turning it into water |
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All my wine tastes like the rain |
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Go bar the cellar door |
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Throw out the rusty key |
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Won't go there anymore |
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There is no mystery |
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There's nothing there to see |
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Now I've lost these hopes and wishes |
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I'm never going to change the way she feels |
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The cupboard's bare of loaves and fishes |
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All that time reveals is that |
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She's turning it into water |
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Never be the same again |
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She's turning it into water |
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All my wine tastes like the rain. |