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Weak and tired
I'm sitting here, soaking wet and dry
with my wounded heart
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I don't know when or how
but I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
There is what I want to...
with my wounded heart
I hope away I will fly
someday maybe, from this hurt
I don't know when or how
but I choose to listen
to this scarce optimism
that it soon will get light
There is what I want to...
