Winter time comes just a little too fast,
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Summer just flies by on it's patient wings.
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I'm just a fool for yesterdays,
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I've seen too many things in so many ways.
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At night I just sit in my room by the fire,
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Lookin' out my misty window on the street below.
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Too many people lookin' lost and forlorn,
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Vagabonds without homes and no where else to go.
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Pour me another glass of that sweet burgundy.
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Maybe that will help to ease the pain
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Burgundy I guess you're my only friend.
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Sweet Burgundy.
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Outside my window I see the deaf and the blind
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Who are pondered for a moment and then left behind.
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Times that I think I was all alone,
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I just sit back and think I havn't sold my soul.
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Sweet Burgundy
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| Tommy Bolin |
