الكلمات الأصلية
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Some fingers catch every splinter
Complaining 'bout the heat in the summer
And the cold of the winter
Too many hearts have been afraid
Running out of nice things to say
Empty, dark and bitter
And I ask myself
"where does it all come from?"
I hear the sidewalk conversation
I feel the anger letting go
So forgive the implication
Of a smile, when I say hello
Some people don't know when to quit
Lighting fires with the words they spit
Stirring up disasters
Is it a wound or a burden inside
Like insecurity or stubborn pride
That drowns their laughter?
And I ask myself
"where does it all come from?"
I hear the sidewalk conversation
I feel the anger letting go
So forgive the implication
Of a smile, when I say hello
I hear the sidewalk conversation
I feel the anger letting go
So forgive the implication
Of a smile, when I say hello
