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Thought you had it all together But your hands are empty Does it matter now The pain it caused you cannot measure
Who am I to compare my pain to yours? Suffering is sweet agony Who am I to compare my pain to yours? My suffering must mean nothing
That you have left this life Your eyes are tired and your feet are worn No, no one seems to hear your desperate cries
Then I believe you If that's the way it should be Then I believe you
Suffering is sweet agony Who am I to compare my pain to yours? My suffering must mean something Must mean somthing to you, to me
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