Sour sour times (исполнитель: Portishead)

To pretend no one can find
The fallacies of morning rose
Forbidden [bad word]  hidden eyes
Courtesies that I despise in me
Take a ride, take a shot now

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] 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

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] Not like you do

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

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] 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...

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] Not like you do

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] Not like you

Cos nobody loves me
It's [bad word] Not like you do
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