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29 de noviembre de 2005

Sour times



To pretend no one can find,
The fallacies of morning rose,
Forbidden fruit, hidden eyes,
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 screens,
Bear the facts, assume the dye,
End the vows no need to lie, enjoy,
Take a ride, take a shot now.

'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.

Who oo am I, what and why?
'Cause all I have left is my memories of yesterday,
Ohh these sour times.

'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you do.

After time the bitter taste,
Of innocence decent or race,
Scattered seed, buried lives,
Mysteries of our disguise revolve,
Circumstance will decide.

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

'Cause nobody loves me,
It's true,
Not like you

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

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27 de noviembre de 2005

la la love you

P I X I E S
[whistle] yeah
i love you
i do
i love you
all i'm saying pretty baby
la la love you don't mean maybe
all i'm saying pretty baby
first base
second base
third base
home run
[whistle] yeah
i love you
i do
i love you
all i'm saying pretty baby
la la love you, don't mean maybe
all i'm saying pretty baby

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