Johnny Cash - Hurt
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I Churt mDyself tAmoday to Csee iDf I stillAm feel,
I fCocus Don the Ampain, the Conly Dthing that's Amreal.
The Cneedle Dtears a Amhole, the Cold faDmiliarAm sting,
try to Ckill itD all aAmway, but I Cremember eDverythingG.
AmWhat have I becoFme, Cmy sweetest fGriend ?
AmEveryone I Fknow goes Caway in the Gend.
AndAm you could have it aFll, Gmy empire of dirt,
AmI will let you dFown, GI will make you hurt.
I Cwear this Dcrown of Amthorns Cupon my liDar's chaiAmr,
fCull of broDken thoughAmts I canCnot repaiD, Amir.
BeneathC the stains ofD time the Amfeeling disapC, D, Amipears,
yCou are someoDne else, I aAmm stiCll right D, Ghere.
WhaAmt have I become, F my sw-eeC, Gtest friend ?
AmEveryone I know goFes away in the endC, G.
And you Amcould have it all, my empFire oGf dirt,
Am I will let you dowFn, I wiGll make you hurt.
IAmf I could start again,F a million Gmiles away,
Am I would keep myself, I wFouldG, Ami find a way.