I've been too drunk to love
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Too drunk to care
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I've looked like death, felt like Hell
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Been the worse for wear
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I've been drinking too much to remember
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The hell of the night before
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I've been drinking myself blind
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And still I'll drink some more
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She is the wine that makes harps and choirs
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The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings
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She is the wine that makes gods and angels
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And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings
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She invites me to her banquets
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And I feast on her bouquet
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She chases the dragons, and,
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Drives the demon away
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She builds a rainbow bridge
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To the island of the blessed
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She leads me to surrender
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To the quarry of my quest
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She is the temptress
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The master magician
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A sister to Eros
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She is exhibition
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She plays like a symphony
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Smells like sympathy
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Tastes like poetry
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Gives her very soul to me
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She Conjures Me Wings
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| Mission U.K. |
