You stay somewhere away from home
For to get a smell of being alone
But after a minute you can find
That being lonely makes you blind.
Take a big green glass of wine
And try to taste a way of crossing the line
When the face is out of order,
When the cold rain goes down your shoulder.
The meaning of tasting emotions
Could be drawn as wonderful devotions
But you should try to understand
That feeling bad should make you glad.
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