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Takes time with a wounded heart, Cause he haven't healed. Takes time with a broken hand, Cause he likes to feel. Takes time with a hurting man, Cause he likes the pills and likes the meal. ..well I'm half the man I use to be ...well it's more then chance that's saving me. ..well I'm bad with steps when I walk for me. Takes time with a healing man, Well his hand is healed. Takes time with a wounded heart, Well he loves foreal. Takes time with hurting man, Well he holds the pill and leaves the thrill Well I haven't been the man I use to be.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
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Takes time with a wounded heart, Cause he haven't healed. Takes time with a broken hand, Cause he likes to feel. Takes time with a hurting man, Cause he likes the pills and likes the meal. ..well I'm half the man I use to be ...well it's more then chance that's saving me. ..well I'm bad with steps when I walk for me. Takes time with a healing man, Well his hand is healed. Takes time with a wounded heart, Well he loves foreal. Takes time with hurting man, Well he holds the pill and leaves the thrill Well I haven't been the man I use to be.
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May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
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