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The
Finest Wine |
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The fuel
may be low;
There’s many miles on the
engine.
But when one chapter ends,
Another one’s beginning.
‘Cause patience is a hard thing
You gotta learn to take you time
Take your time
So yeah I’m aging, just like the
finest wine
The fire may be burning out
But the embers still glow
The less you hold true
The more you really know
A touch of gray might fool ya’
But I swear I’m doing fine
Doing fine
Gonna keep on aging
Like the finest wine
The Finest Wine
Every breath that we take can be
blessing or a curse
None of us get out alive for
better or for worse
But I savor every moment
Lord, I’ll take my time
Take my time
Yeah, I’ll drink it down.
Just like the finest wine
SOLO
A touch of gray might fool ya’
But I swear I’m doing fine
Doing fine
Gonna keep on aging
Like the finest wine
The Finest Wine |
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