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the number must be countless
those nights are only too familiar to me now
whatís the sense?
the pain Iím feeling never goes away
It haunts me like a childhood fear
and never releases its hold on me
the agony is indescribable
and I donít know what to do
And whenever there seems to be a time
when I havenít a trouble
itís there
And it always finds its way back to me
Whatís the sense?
I donít know what to do
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