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Open bottle of red wine
filling a cup of sorrow in your mind.
You´d like to escape,the only way out
is locked.
So you have to stay
Something has to end to begin again.
And something has to start to fall
apart.
The more we have,the more we want,
that´s why our love has gone.
The more we need,the more we try,
that´s why our love has died.
Lighted cigarette in your hand.
Sweet and sad memories in your
head.
No one deserve your cry.
Love someone who never makes
you cry.
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