| Is it a girl in the street?
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| Is it the ones that you never meet?
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| Is it Paris in the spring?
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| Is it any of those things?
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| No it’s the wine that makes me sad, not the love I’ve never had
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| Or the things I’ve never seen, or the places I never been
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| It’s the wine that makes me sad
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| Is it the friend that I lost?
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| Were you the one left counting cars?
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| Is it time falling away?
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| Is it things you haven’t done today?
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| It’s the wine that makes me sad, not the good times that I’ve had
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| Or the thing I cannot change, like the time slips away
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| It’s the wine that makes me sad
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| Such a silly thought
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| September leave the tree
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| Can’t go to his own party
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| It’s so easy
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| Than other girls form their factory
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| It doesn’t hide for their bounty
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| Make me feel more like me
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| It’s so easy
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| And other boy they can have their hair
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| Thinking what they were gone give them for free
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| Couldn’t read their own paper pay
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| It’s so easy
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| Standing up and not falling down
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| Nothing to do, nothing to figure out
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| Just put your feet firmly on the ground
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| It’s that easy |