| It hurts every little bit
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| I can't find a cold water tap
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| It hurts, and not at all
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| I can't stand a single word on the cross
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| It hurts, even if it doesn't
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| My mind is like Uuno Kailaan
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| It hurts, I'm going to the bar
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| And there again the dampers open for fear
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| The soul is a spark, it rains in the soul
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| The idea of nibbling on a narrow path
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| The thought hits each other's ears
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| The pain of the soul piping just recharges
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| And before long a new night arrives
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| It hurts, out of his mind
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| There is a type that a carrot weighs
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| It hurts me
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| He threw, I'm half-finished
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| The soul is a spark, the soul is a breeze
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| I hear strange sounds in my ears
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| Stay alive, that's the job
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| He thinks the soul is a pee
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| Man until night finally arrives
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| The soul is a spark, the soul burns
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| Past comfort to the current oath
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| Yesterday's words the hero eats
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| The soul is tender as the complexion of Mimosa
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| The soul hugs an unhappy hug
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| And before long a new night arrives |