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I can sit all night saying I’m fine
Whispering to myself and drinking wine

The night is young enough to drink
But then morning comes and begins to stink

Whining over past decisions
Wondering when I would fulfill my missions

Rethinking dead old memories of the past
The night is young and this wine makes it last

The morning comes and makes me cry
Rethinking sorrows that I have to deny

This red wine tastes so good to be true
If only life could offer me to you