Sour Times
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To pretend that one can find,
Fantasies and morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden lies,
Courtesies that I despise,
In me
Take a ride, take a shot now,
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief,
That fantasies of sinful screams,
Bear the facts or soon will die,
End the vows no need to lie
In chain
Take a ride, take a shot now,
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Uh, Am I what and why?
'Cause all I have left is the memories of yesterday,
Oh the sour times
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence disintegrates,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Histories of our disguise,
Reborn,
Circumstance will decide
Not like you do
'Cause nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do
Nobody loves me, it's true,
Not like you do...
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