Текст (слова) песни: Annie Lennox - The Hurting Time
To everything there is a purpose ... To every blade of grass And every leaf on every tree Every livin` thing will surely Come to pass And what will be will be ... That`s when the hurtin` time begins
And all the things you never said Or didn`t have the strengh to say And everything you ever did That time won`t ever wash away Fears that you`ve been livin` with Come runnin` down your face Runnin` down your face When the hurtin` time begins ...
So tell me what the day brings Has it lost it`s thrill? Are you still searching Hoping for that Space to fill ... Everything you turn to Is like a mirror on the shelf And the only one you`re blaming is yourself
A million little deaths you`ve died The times that you`ve been crucified The more you`ve loved and lost and tried And still could not be satisfied When will you be satisfied? When will you be satisfied? Not till the hurtin` time begins
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