| There are those of us who deal with darkness
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| I see it in you and I feel what you feel
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| A pain you can’t describe, an ache, a feeling
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| That there are wounds and sores that never heal
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| Once in a while, you try to hide it
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| Oh, but most of the time, they always know
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| Most of the time, you will deny it
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| You pray that one day, all pain will go
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| But when he hits you, I feel it
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| When he hits you, I hear you cry
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| When I’m older, he will not hit you
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| When I’m older, I’ll watch him die
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| Listen closely and you will hear
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| I see your voices screaming to get out
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| Ain’t it funny, the ones that hurt us
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| Are the ones that we care most about
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| When he hits you, I feel it
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| When he hits you, I hear you cry
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| When I’m older, he will not hit you
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| When I’m older, I’ll watch him die
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| When I’m older, I’ll watch him die
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| When I’m older, I’ll watch him die |