| My Fickle Friend | ||||||
| (Lyrics: Ian Myers Pritchard, Music: Ian Myers Pritchard) Verse 1: You are everything that's wrong with me, And I'm the toxication in you, You may have the comfort of sin, But I'm the aftertaste that sin brings. Chorus: Everybody knows that you, Are not the kind of person, That people want to meet, (And) everybody sees you that way. Verse 2: Nothing is so fake in my mind but you, Nothing is so vile to my sight, Every word that leaves your mouth is a lie, So when you see me coming, kiss yourself goodbye. |
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