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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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