The wine beneath the bed,
The things weve done and said
And all the memories that come glancing back to me
In my loneliness
Youre standing in the breach
Beyond that stretch, but our love will reach
Unconsciousness that find me sometimes wondering
Where youre at.
Take me back again,
Take me back one more time, spanish rose.
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