Bottle That Pours The Wine

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  I was heading for the bus
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  And another one night stand
   D
  He came up all starry eyed
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  With my picture in his hand
     D
  He said "Mister I know by heart
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  Every song you do
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  When I grow up I want to sing
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  And be just like you"

  Then he asked me how I wrote those songs
  Where do the words come from
  I fumbled for an answer
  But I could not think of one
  Then I shook his hand as the driver said
  "Load up it's time to leave"
  And then on the bus I scribbled down
  These thoughts that came to me

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  I'm just a bottle that pours the wine
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  A fragile vessel for melody and rhyme
   D                         G                    D
  Put me on a pedastal I'll fall and shatter every time
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  'Cause I'm just the bottle that pours the wine