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(first 2 verses palm mute)
[Verse 1]
Broken glass,
Torn up curtains
I feel it in my heart
Here comes the hurting.
[Verse 2]
Sheâs a crocodile,
Under the surface
She greets me with a smile
Here comes the hurting
[Verse 3]
She knows my soul
And She knows my troubles.
I kept it in the hole
but here comes the hurting
[Verse 4]
She come slow,
But She comes for certain
She never lets me go
Here comes the hurting.
[Chorus]
Everybodyâs got a devil to drag.
Everybodyâs got some dirt in their bag.
Show me how to hold a shattered heart.
[Instrumental]
[Verse 5]
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I did wrong
Got no excuses
Iâve held on for too long,
(once)
And here comes the hurting