Hurt
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Cold, Cold is the sheep with no wool
Back, Black is the shade of my skin
I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale
Yes, my hearts on wholesale
Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea
You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially
Then you'll, notice the blush on my face
We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst
Dark, dark is the lane off the road
Back, Black is the shade of my skin
I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale
Yes, my hearts on wholesale
Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea
You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially
Then you'll, notice the blush on my face
We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst
Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool
Black, black is the shade of my skin
Plain, plain is the simple we seek
Fake, fake is the lie we all use
Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool
Black, black is the shade of my skin
Plain, plain is the simple we use
Fake, fake is the lie we all seek
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