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The Worst Hurt |
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lyrics by Steven Jackson |
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Maybe I was blind not to see the fall |
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Maybe lying there before me with its back against the wall |
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But all I know and all I see |
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Are the things that matter most to me |
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And maybe I don't matter that much at all |
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That's how you think |
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That's how you lie |
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If I live or if I die |
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I've seen this play a thousand times |
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This is your view, it's sure not mine |
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It wasn't nights you spent away |
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It wasn't plans for later days |
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You'll never know what I have learnt |
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That made me feel like I was the worst hurt |
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Maybe I tried to help you along your way |
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Maybe I gave patience and time when life led you astray |
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I know I did all that I could |
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To give you things I know I should |
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and now I know I don't matter anyway |
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That's how I think |
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That's how I speak |
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I care about myself too deep |
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Don't think I didn't play this scene |
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Benefit of doubt seemed more serene |
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It wasn't lies that you told me |
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It wasn't truths you never freed |
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Maybe it's time for you to be sure |
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Using my heart seemed to be the worst hurt |
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I wanted more |
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You wanted less |
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You hid yourself |
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I had to guess |
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It's time to leave with head held high |
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You'll never be part of my sky |
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So here's where I tell you why |
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That's how I love |
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That's how I care |
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There is no dream I wouldn't dare |
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You thought I'd break when you left town |
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Now worry here, I'm already gone |
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My bag was packed, I'm out that door |
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I don't need you here anymore |
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No reason for me to assert |
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I know that you're gone, hope that you feel the worst hurt. |
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