"Glass of Wine" genre: Emo
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	CD: None   Label: None Credits: Just me, Jason Wilcox
	Story Behind the Song I combined 2 of my songs and came up with this gem. It's about war and those types of things and obviously inspired by what's been going on since Spet. 11 and now Iraq. Lyrics World ends, begins The fall sends minions Filthy words, blackened hearts We survive oceans apart Eyes away, eyes ahead Can't be sure of anything I'll hide, I'll runaway I'll momentarily escape Tired hands, wilting hearts Feathered in the mold of it We know not what the course may bring But trust that "joyous" we will sing This glass of wine I'll drink with you You say it helps my fortitude When halls of white are tainted red We can only hope that evil's dead And sent into the bowels of hell Across the world the good prevail You're wrong, you'll never get it The next mistake, they have planned it Pulling the wool right over our eyes Waiting for a chance to hypnotize Do rest your mind I hear the angels sing to me Ease yout troubled heart And again they sing to me Your Lord, Your God Is always watching over you Trust in, trust him I hear the angels sing to me Tired hands, wilting hearts Feathered in the mold of it We know not what the course may bring But trust that "joyous" we will sing This glass of wine I'll drink with you You say it helps my fortitude When halls of white are tainted red We can only hope that evil's dead And sent into the bowels of hell Across the world the good prevail Tonight I think I'll cry myself to sleep Maybe tomorrow I won't have a reason to weap Or maybe tomorrow it'll all hit me harder, and I.... They think they all got it when really they shot it. Tossed it to the fish and sea in hopes of somehow altering. But died instead, gun wounds to the head. Courtesy of reality Tired hands, wilting hearts Feathered in the mold of it We know not what the course may bring But trust that "joyous" we will sing This glass of wine I'll drink with you You say it helps my fortitude When halls of white are tainted red We can only hope that evil's dead And sent into the bowels of hell Across the world the good prevail Do rest your mind I hear the angels sing to me Ease yout troubled heart And again they sing to me Your Lord, Your God Is always watching over you Trust in, trust him I hear the angels sing to me Tired hands, wilting hearts Feathered in the mold of it We know not what the course may bring But trust that "joyous" we will sing This glass of wine I'll drink with you You say it helps my fortitude When halls of white are tainted red We can only hope that evil's dead And sent into the bowels of hell Across the world the good prevail Tonight I think I'll cry myself to sleep Maybe tomorrow I won't have a reason to weap Or maybe tomorrow it'll all hit me harder, and I.... They think they all got it when really they shot it. Tossed it to the fish and sea in hopes of somehow altering. But died instead, gun wounds to the head. Courtesy of reality Let it end before we all end

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