| Sour Times |
| (Dummy, 1994) |
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To pretend and 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 Bare the facts or sooner die End the vows no need to lie in chain Take a ride, take a shot now Cause nobody loves me, its true, not like you do Am I what and why? Cause all I have left is my 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 Cause nobody loves me, its true, not like you do |