Black poppy wine, I know you
Crushed and bitter; dark and fine
Melt in a glass bowl
Bring me down low
Black poppy wine, I know you
Be a needle; come push it through
Hit my mouth like a freight train
Rot me out from inside my veins
Because when I'm sleeping
I don't dream anymore without dying at the end
Crushed and bitter; dark and fine
Melt in a glass bowl
Bring me down low
Black poppy wine, I know you
Be a needle; come push it through
Hit my mouth like a freight train
Rot me out from inside my veins
Because when I'm sleeping
I don't dream anymore without dying at the end
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