I down this bottle of wine,
I donīt know how to feel but
I donīt mind the buzz
As the night moves slow you
look more and more like someone I could
love tonight
without the fuzz
And the feelings
I donīt know youīve been there
I donīt think I can go there again
Donīt analyze me
There no apparent link between
the day he said heīd leave
and my
Reacurring dreams
and how I just canīt sleep
unless Iīve had a drink or five
On these feelings
I donīt know if youīve been there
I donīt think I can go there again
Oh these feelings
I donīt know if youīve been there
but I donīt think I can go there again
I down this bottle of wine,
I donīt know how to feel but
I donīt mind the buzz.
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