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Taste Of You
Echobelly
Now the fire has gone away,
And sympathy and gratitude,
dissolve into disaray.
I face you with a broken pen,
I relied, undisguised,
Followed all you'd say,
Was your weakness momentary,
You're devotion temporary.
Like a slap in the face,
Let the vain do what they do,
It's a question of taste,
Did you laugh at my innocence.
Custom made but gone astray,
Erase you with a pencilhead,
I'm bulletproof now I hide,
But somehow i was happy then,
do you know, how lost, how lost, how lost,
Your devotion, temporary.
Was your weakness, momentary,
What they do, did you laugh at my innocence.
It's a question of taste, let the vain do,
It's a question of taste, like a slap in the face,
I don't want to live forever, I just want some... ohohohoh
sallysally@usa.netI don't want to live forever, I just want some...ohohohoh
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