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I know how they feel
Behind the joy I peel
I hide to cry alone
Behind the sweet words
I note the number of death
One by one
I count them by heart
For who cares?
I know how they feel
Behind the joy I peel
I hide to cry alone
Behind the sweet words
I note the number of death
One by one
I count them by heart
For who cares?
