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You are My Wine

by Trey Garcia



Wash my lips with rose scented wine
Tear me in two like a great divide
Choose me or I swear I will die

Baby you know I’d give my life
To wake up forever by your side
I’d list reasons why

It starts with your eyes

In between is the sun that shines
Even at night
Every time you laugh and smile

And ends with the beat of your heart
Synched up with mine

I’d list more reasons
But there aren’t enough seasons
That I could compare you to

There isn’t any other thing I can say
Except

You are My Wine

Wash my lips with rose scented wine
Tear me in two like a great divide
Choose me or I swear I will die

Baby you know I’d give my life
To wake up forever by your side
I’d list reasons why

It starts with your eyes

In between is the sun that shines
Even at night
Every time you laugh and smile

And ends with the beat of your heart
Synched up with mine

I’d list more reasons
But there aren’t enough seasons
That I could compare you to

There isn’t any other thing I can say
Except you are more than divine
And that same wine that I want to in turn
Wash your lips with,
Pours as blood races through my veins
Every time I think of you.



You are more than divine
And that same wine that I want to in turn
Wash your lips with,
Pours as blood races through my veins
Every time I think of you.




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