This is not fair,
Pulling out my hair.
You do complain
And seem insane.
What is the matter with you?
Why don't you tell me the truth?
I want to hear it from you;
All that pain that I want to sooth.
Pulling out my hair.
You do complain
And seem insane.
What is the matter with you?
Why don't you tell me the truth?
I want to hear it from you;
All that pain that I want to sooth.
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