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Old red wine |
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Well past its prime |
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May have to finish it |
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After crossing the line |
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Dusty old wine |
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Two thousand a time |
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An inch of black mud |
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Always left behind |
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They say you turned in |
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While the sun still shined |
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That gorgeous girl with you |
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Was highly primed |
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She said she'd take you |
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Way down or way up |
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She might break your heart |
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She might crack you up |
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Old red wine |
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Not worth a dime |
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Gonna have to drink it with yer |
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Some other time |
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Expensive old wine |
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Forty years lying |
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Mice chewed the labels |
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Don't know what we're buying |
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Back home in California |
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They got wine for the meek |
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There's the Bowl and the Fillmore |
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The Cow and the Greek |
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You sniffed at the cork |
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Chose low on the list |
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Held your glass to the light |
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And gazed through the mist |
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Old red wine |
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Well past its prime |
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May have to finish it |
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After crossing the line |
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Let it breathe |
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Let it breathe |
