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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, 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, 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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Ohh these sour times |
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Cause nobody loves me, 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, descent 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, it's true |
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Not like you |
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Nobody loves me, it's true |
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Not like you do |
