I have known this kind of pain
I can make it through the rain
Unlike you
I can't wait in vain
I have been here before
with no hopes for tomorrow
Moving really slow
With every blow so low
When i couldn't take no more
I stood up, started really slow
To crawl
Slowly but running here i go
I am not waiting for you to put up a show
I have been here before
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