Merlot
Paisano
It doesn't matter the kind, I'm not as picky about my wine as I am my cigarettes
The pain of losing you still stingsĀ
And my hands still shake
Shimmering before me, a smile
So familiar my heart breaks againĀ
Merlot
Paisano
It doesn't matter the kind, I'm not as picky about my wine as I am my cigarettes
The pain of losing you still stingsĀ
And my hands still shake
Shimmering before me, a smile
So familiar my heart breaks againĀ
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