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Thorn in, my side.
And you live just to pull me down.
Rusted, nail I stepped on.
This infection.
Thorn in my side.
Youe full,
I think so,
of anger.
You need to sit down,
stay down.
The things you, want but don get.
Is that fair, I don think so.
A sure thing, you can count, on.
A big depression.
A thorn in my side.
Youe full,
I think so,
of anger.
You need to.
Your praise, is two faced,
And youe,
youe cut down,
my friend.
Cut Down.
A thorn in my side, thorn in.
A thorn in my side, thorn in.