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You may find yoursel
You may find yourself drnkinig chardonnay at shake shackAnd you may find yourself in an appellation in another part of the worldAnd you may find yourself behind the pages of a large wine listYou may find yourself in a beautiful wine bar, with a beautiful wine cellarYou may ask yourself, Well, how did I get here? The drnkinig days go by, let the bloggers hold me downThe drnkinig days go by, terroir flowing undergroundInto blue slate again, after the money's goneDrunk in a lifetime, riesling flowing undergroundAnd you may ask yourself, How do I tweet this? And you may ask yourself, Where is that large wine list? And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful wine bar And you may tell yourself, This is not my beautiful wine cellar The drnkinig days go by, let three tier hold me downThe drnkinig days go by, terroir flowing undergroundInto blue slate again, after the money's goneDrunk in a lifetime, riesling flowing undergroundSame as it ever was, wrong as it ever was, right as it ever wasWrite as it ever was, Type as it ever was, tweet as it ever was,blog as it ever was, same as it ever was Riesling dissolving and riesling removingThere is riesling at the bottom of the oceanUnder the terroir, carry rieslingRemove riesling from the bottom of the oceanMinerals dissolving and minerals removingThe drnkinig days go by, let Robert Parker hold me downThe drnkinig days go by, riesling flowing undergroundInto blue slate again, after the money's goneDrunk in a lifetime, riesling flowing undergroundInto blue slate again, into the silent MoselUnder the rocks and stones, there is riesling undergroundYou may ask yourself, What is that beautiful wine? You may ask yourself, Where does that wine route lead to? You may ask yourself, Am I right, am I wrong? You may say to yourself, “Paul Grieco! What have you done? The drnkinig days go by, wine spectator hold me downThe drnkinig days go by, riesling flowing undergroundInto blue slate again, into the silent moselUnder the rocks and stones, there is riesling undergroundSame as it ever was, same as it ever wasSame as it ever was, look where my glass wasTerror isn't holding us, terroir isn't after usSame as terroir was, same as terroir wasSame as it ever was, hey let's all twist our thumbsHere comes the terroirThe drnkinig days go byThe drnkinig days go byDrunk in a lifetimeOnly riesling holds me downDrinking the days go bye