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It Hurts

It hurts
Like millions of knives in my heart
Like a stone in my throat and
Like the coldest wind around my body

I can almost throw up
Every single feeling I feel
Every thing I ever said to you
Every tear I ever cried for you
But even if I did, I would feel the same

It would still hurts
Like millions of knives in my heart
Like a stone in my throat and
Like the coldest wind around my body




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Publicerad 2009-04-16 23:20



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