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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 oo 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, |
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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 seed, 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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'Cause nobody loves me, |
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It's true, |
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Not like you do |