The Hurting Time / Annie Lennox
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To everything there is a purpose ...
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To every blade of grass
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And every leaf on every tree
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Every livin' thing will surely
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Come to pass
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And what will be will be ...
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That's when the hurtin' time begins
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And all the things you never said
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Or didn't have the strengh to say
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And everything you ever did
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That time won't ever wash away
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Fears that you've been livin' with
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Come runnin' down your face
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Runnin' down your face
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When the hurtin' time begins ...
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So tell me what the day brings
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Has it lost it's thrill?
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Are you still searching
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Hoping for that
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Space to fill ...
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Everything you turn to
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Is like a mirror on the shelf
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And the only one you're blaming
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is yourself
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A million little deaths you've died
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The times that you've been crucified
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The more you've loved and lost and tried
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And still could not be satisfied
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When will you be satisfied?
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When will you be satisfied?
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Not till the hurtin' time begins
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Hurting Time
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Annie Lennox |