LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe Hurting Time
To everything there is a purpose ...To every blade of grassAnd every leaf on every treeEvery livin' thing will surelyCome to passAnd what will be will be ...That's when the hurtin' time beginsAnd all the things you never saidOr didn't have the strengh to sayAnd everything you ever didThat time won't ever wash awayFears that you've been livin' withCome runnin' down your faceRunnin' down your faceWhen the hurtin' time begins ...So tell me what the day bringsHas it lost it's thrill?Are you still searchingHoping for thatSpace to fill ...Everything you turn toIs like a mirror on the shelfAnd the only one you're blamingis yourselfA million little deaths you've diedThe times that you've been crucifiedThe more you've loved and lost and triedAnd still could not be satisfiedWhen will you be satisfied?When will you be satisfied?Not till the hurtin' time begins
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