The Wilkinsons - Melancholy Wine Lyrics
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Melancholy Wine
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What Are The Lyrics For Melancholy Wine By The Wilkinsons?
Photos, circled, round and round in my head
I'm dizzy from thinking we could get back what we had Pardon me for living in the past In a dream I thought would last Cause each day I find that I hit rewind Time after time I should know when the end is the end Stop pretending, start living again But tonight's not a very good time So I'm wishful drinking Sipping on my second glass of melancholy wine Bitter sweet memories filling up this cup It's a heady mix of heartache When we were in love I'm afraid to turn another page To face another day But it keeps me sane to do what I do Ignoring the truth I should know when the end is the end Stop pretending, start living again But tonight's not a very good time So I'm wishful drinking Sipping on my second glass of melancholy wine I can't shake this addiction no matter what I do it's gonna take a 12 step plan to get me over you I should know when the end is the end Stop pretending, start living again But tonight's not a very good time So I'm wishful drinking Sipping on my second glass of melancholy Second glass of melancholy Second glass of melancholy wine |
Who Wrote Melancholy Wine By The Wilkinsons?
Amanda Wilkinson, Charles Craig, Steve Wilkinson
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What's The Duration Of The Melancholy Wine By The Wilkinsons?The duration of Melancholy Wine is 4:01 minutes and seconds. |
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