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Blind Faith
Lost sight of the truth.
Just excited, by the sight of the view.
Underachieving thieving junkie,
using my food for munchies
because he's out of money.
Seems he doesn't even love me,
or try to hug me.
Just here for beer and grub.
I really feel the love.
He steals a meal and runs.
Never asks, how my day was.
He may be ungrateful
and take a plateful, of food
every now and again.
But he's my big brother
and my best friend.
Just excited, by the sight of the view.
Underachieving thieving junkie,
using my food for munchies
because he's out of money.
Seems he doesn't even love me,
or try to hug me.
Just here for beer and grub.
I really feel the love.
He steals a meal and runs.
Never asks, how my day was.
He may be ungrateful
and take a plateful, of food
every now and again.
But he's my big brother
and my best friend.
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