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
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Sour Times
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| Marsha Ambrosius |
