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What is in this wine |
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the more I drink the more I wander off |
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into a stranger's eyes |
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I like the way that they reflect my thoughts |
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what is in this air |
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it feels like feathery dust everywhere |
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and as I breathe it in |
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I breathe the masculine scent of his skin |
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and I feel homeless |
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your comfortable caress |
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has triggered unfamiliar restlessness |
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you and I are we |
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I feel I've lost my individuality |
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you're watching me rebel |
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believing stories only hearts can tell |
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but when is it enough |
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when do I call my feelings on their bluff |
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and I feel homeless |
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and I remember us now |
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but I forgot what we felt like |
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somewhere along the way |
