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A deep tear of wine Slips into a stranger's lips I look at this stranger's eyes And there it is Nothing simple about it Love ? Or manipulation? Regretting looking into this man's eyes Tears made of wine roll down my cheeks Sunday night, I light another cigarette Alone with the music Alone with my thoughts And there it is I see his life crash Nothing simple about it Just a perfect human being, captured by imperfection
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
Nothing simple about it
A deep tear of wine Slips into a stranger's lips I look at this stranger's eyes And there it is Nothing simple about it Love ? Or manipulation? Regretting looking into this man's eyes Tears made of wine roll down my cheeks Sunday night, I light another cigarette Alone with the music Alone with my thoughts And there it is I see his life crash Nothing simple about it Just a perfect human being, captured by imperfection
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
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