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Another Taste Of

Drink for those who run away
Toast to those who led astray
Sip the blood that flows between
Gulp the wisdom of enemies

You must think I hate the pain
As I fidget in the frame
Pour another vase of red
Another taste of what's in my head

Sometimes I forget to feel
Something is always changing the deal
Things have gotten out of hand
The wine it seems has turned to sand

I don't want to take the pill
Or look below a windowsill
You might think I hate the pain
I could never hate dancing in rain
Written by Fishmander
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