I wish somebody would tell me,
What you talk about behind my back
With looks that kill my soul’
Everytime.
What you talk about behind my back
With looks that kill my soul’
Everytime.
With words that hit
Like sticks and stone that hurt,
Everytime.
With the cold shoulder,
That freezes my heart
Evertime.
You destroy me but I still get up.
Everytime.
Like sticks and stone that hurt,
Everytime.
With the cold shoulder,
That freezes my heart
Evertime.
You destroy me but I still get up.
Everytime.
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- Sprout
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