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“Find me a song by lyrics.”
…to be anything close to this How many lies must we be fed until we're sick? The taste of betrayal and deceit I hate these city streets Paved…
You line me up To inhale your words When I should blow it all away Do you have it straight Do you taste the taste Of betrayal…
You find friendship in a bottle You find solace in a can Your friends are all stale in the back of the fridge And now you're left with the taste of betrayal…