Sour Times
To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Curtises that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now,
Cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinfull screams,
Bear the facts or soon will die,
End the vows no need to lie
Enjoy
Take a ride, take a shot now,
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Who oo am I, what and why
cos all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Ohh the sour times
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,revolve
Circumstance will decide
cos nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you
Nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you... do...
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