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There’s no cure for my disease.
I feel broken at the knees.
So I kneel helpless before sadness, I can’t look it in the eye.
I don’t deserve to love until I let sorrow wring me dry.
I feel broken at the knees.
So I kneel helpless before sadness, I can’t look it in the eye.
I don’t deserve to love until I let sorrow wring me dry.