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To pretend no one can find |
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The fallacies of morning rose |
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Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes |
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Courtesies that I despise in me |
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Take a ride, take a shot now |
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'Cause nobody loves me |
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It's true |
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Not like you do |
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Covered by the blind belief |
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That fantasies of sinful screens |
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Bear the facts, assume the dye |
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End the vows, no need to lie, enjoy |
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Take a ride, take a shot now |
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'Cause nobody loves me |
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It's true |
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Not like you do |
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Who am I, what and why? |
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'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday |
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Oh these sour times |
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'Cause nobody loves me |
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It's true |
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Not like you do |
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After time the bitter taste |
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Of innocence, decent or race |
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Scattered seeds, buried lives |
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Mysteries of our disguise revolve |
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Circumstance will decide .... |
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'Cause nobody loves me |
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It's true |
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Not like you do |
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'Cause nobody loves me |
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It's true |
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Not like you |
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Nobody loves.. me |
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It's true |
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Not, like, you.. do |
