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Wounded (Lyric) by RobinGayle

When I was young and stubbed my toe, While waiting for new skin, I'd stub it six more times before The healing would begin. A woman now, a deeper wound. I pray for thicker skin. 'Cause every time you step on me, I bite my tongue again.

nentwined 18-Jul-02/9:33 PM
simple but perfect.




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