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BITTER WINE |
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BITTER WINE
J. Bon Jovi, R. Sambora
We met some time ago, when we were almost young
It never crossed my mind to ask, where did you come from
I didn't have much money, so I stole you a rose
You were dressed like an orphan, in Salvation Army clothes
Once you were my inspiration, but, that river's run dry
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
I know I wasn't funny, but you laughed at all my jokes
When I was choking on the words to say,
You showed me your finger down my throat
The first night I said I loved you, you told me to go to hell
You were giving me head, on that creeky,
Old bed at the Ol'Duvol Motel
Once you were my inspiration, but, that river's run dry
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
Once you were my inspiration, but, that river's run dry
What was once holy water, tastes like bitter wine
I would drink of your river, it would always get me high
What was once my salvation, now tastes like bitter wine
I never thought I'd lose ya, no, I'd rather go blind
I thought I saw the future, but the fortune teller lied
I guess she lied
Just like everything, even good love has to die
Ain't no sympathy when it waves goodbye, no one even cried
We were one of a kind
I would drink of your river, it would always get me high
What was once my salvation, now tastes like bitter wine
I never thought I'd lose ya, no, I'd rather go blind
I thought I saw the future, but the fortune teller lied
I guess she lied
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