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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Hurt”

• I walked to the window turned out the light Looked at the city went through the night Yeah I stood in the darkness stood all alone Thank God for California thank God I'm going home Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good Hurt me like no one else ever could Cut me down the middle face down in the dirt And we both know it's too late to save it Betcha feel proud about it baby You taught me how to hurt DC-10, 10:45 Halfway to L.A. red in the eyes Might be the devil, might just be his friend It don't make no difference you ain't gettin' me again Thats right you hurt me baby hurt me good Hurt me like no one else ever could Cut me down the middle face down in the dirt And we both know it's too late to save it Betcha feel proud about it baby You taught me how to hurt

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