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Dec 2010
We can’t pretend we’re something we’re not
You can’t give somethin you ain’t got
You can try, you can lie, you can cry, you can  die
But in end you’re  just pretend and I,  
I’m a fool, a naive fool.

You came to me just the same way you went
With a wink and a sobriquet
Like the breeze you would tease till fell to my knees
But surprise, surprise, in your eyes I,
I was a fool, a charming fool.

On midnights drenched with gin and sin
We became more than we ought to have been
A fantasy, dangerously we dreamed within dreams
a carousel of caprice and whim
a pretense that soon grew thin
Cause,

We can’t pretend we’re something we’re not
You can’t give somethin you ain’t got
You can try, you can lie, you can cry, you can  die
But in end you’re  just pretend and I,  
I’m a fool, a lonely fool.
Written by
S.R Devaste
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