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The house of the angels

Song of the day;;




It hurts to feel
It hurts to hear
It hurts to face it
It hurts to hide


It hurts to touch

It hurts to wake up
It hurts to remember
It hurts to hold on


Turn my head



The hurt's relentless

The hurt of emptiness
The hurt of wanting
The hurt of going on
The hurt of missing
The hurt is killing me


Turn my head

Off
Forever
Turn it off
Forever
Off forever
Turn it off forever


Ever blind



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Christmas eve. Tomorrow. Wow, am I excited. I am, really. Still, this song is exactly how I feel at the moment.

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