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In blues
I thought I could drain
All the sorrows of mine
with a glass of wine
But it gave me a lot of pain
Just like being prickled by pine
I just want to be fine
Without any sad sign
At a garden of grapevine
But everything is vain
Just like broken bine
I never want to be main
I just want to be in line
Like a little sunshine
But I was never in the design
Just like an abandoned shrine
I thought I'd be fine
Killing the reality of mine
But it sent me a throbbing pain
Without any blood stain
Guess its never going to decline
© mini monsta
All the sorrows of mine
with a glass of wine
But it gave me a lot of pain
Just like being prickled by pine
I just want to be fine
Without any sad sign
At a garden of grapevine
But everything is vain
Just like broken bine
I never want to be main
I just want to be in line
Like a little sunshine
But I was never in the design
Just like an abandoned shrine
I thought I'd be fine
Killing the reality of mine
But it sent me a throbbing pain
Without any blood stain
Guess its never going to decline
© mini monsta
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