| Portishead:
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| G. barrow/b. |
| gibbons/a. |
| utely/l. |
| schifrin/h. |
| borrks/ o. |
| turner
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| To pretend that one can find
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| Fantasies in morning rose
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| Forbidden fruit, hidden lies
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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, it’s true¡¤
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| Not like you do…
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| Covered by the blind belief in
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| Fantasies of sinful screams
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| Bear the facts, assume the doubt
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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, it’s true…
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| Not like you do…
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| Not like you do…
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| Oooooo, am I what am i
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| Cause all I have left
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| Is my memories of yesterday
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| Oooooo, sour times…
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| Cause nobody loves me, it’s true…
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| Not like you do…
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| Nobody loves me, it’s true…
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| Not like you do
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| Not like you do
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| Not like you do
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| Not like you do
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| After time the bitter taste
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| Of innocence disintegrates
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| Scattered seeds, buried lives
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| Histories that I despise revolve
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| Circumstance will decide…
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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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| Not like you do… (repeat) |