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You're hurting me I don't feel comfortable in my own skin anymore Your hurting me I feel the wind blowing a cross my face My lugs are harsh with all the smoke That feels the blue sky Your hurting me The metal doesn't agree with my body Why are shooting me You're hurting me You took away my freedom Playing don't feel safe anymore Your hurting me It's not my fault I was born this way .
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
My skin hurts me
You're hurting me I don't feel comfortable in my own skin anymore Your hurting me I feel the wind blowing a cross my face My lugs are harsh with all the smoke That feels the blue sky Your hurting me The metal doesn't agree with my body Why are shooting me You're hurting me You took away my freedom Playing don't feel safe anymore Your hurting me It's not my fault I was born this way .
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Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 3:00 PM UTC
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