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I've too drunk to love
Too to care
like death, felt like hell
Been the for wear

I've been drinking too much to
The of the night before
been drinking myself blind
And still drink some more

She is the wine that makes and choirs
The sweetest sound that the brings
She is the wine makes gods and angels
And I drink of her, she conjures me wings

She invites me to her
And I feast on her
She the dragons
And the demon away

She builds a rainbow
To the of the blessed
She leads me to
To the quarry of my

She is the wine that makes and choirs
The sweetest sound that the grapevine
She is the wine that makes gods and
And when I drink of her, she conjures me

Drink, drink, drink, to me
Drink, drink, drink, to me

She is the temptress, the magician
A to Eros, she is exhibition
She like a symphony, smells like sympathy
like poetry, gives her very soul to me

She is the wine that makes harps and
The sound that the grapevine brings
She is the wine that gods and angels
And when I drink of her, she me wings

La la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
She me wings