When the truth is found to be lies And
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you need somebody to love Wouldn't you
love somebody to love You better find
somebody to love
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your friends They treat you like a guest
Now your eyes Your eyes may look like
his And all of a sudden You found
out in bed where it is
You know the garden flowers are dead And your mind, your mind is full of
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