Besedila:
Red Wine

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kinda sewer rat Red red wine on Sunday always tastes so good Red red wine, red red wine, red red wine if you would Hey now as long as it is red, oh set

and drink a little bit of Red wine, mistakes, apologies And it's all just red wine, headaches, mythology Red wine, mistakes, apologies And it's all just red wine

Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play 'Cause my heart is loaded with pain Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine And fill my glass up

it hurt? Honey, you're playing with matches. It's not time to go, It's something in your eyes. You can't take it slow, It's something in the wine. You

A handful of sand is all that you grab As you're watching the money fall Right through your hands It took such a long, long time now To build on demand

Drag me by my ankles To the bottom of the ocean There I'll stay forever Until you come back from England The London bombs The London bombs The London

This room is like the belly of a ghost Swaying to the rhythm Of a heart that is now lost So tell me that I'm wrong Tell me that there's consequence Or

I've been waiting far too long Staring at the sun Waiting for the night to come So I can get things done I can't wait for this no more My eyes have come