For we have been through hell
I think I can rely on you
And yet she's start to recoil,
heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I'd leap in front
of a flying bullet for you
So what difference does it make?
It makes none, but now you have gone
I stole my life, and why?
because I only got two hands
But I'm still following you, oh
So what difference does it make?
Oh, difference does it make?
won't keep me warm tonight
Oh, the devil will find work
I stole and I lied just be
But now you know the truth about me,
Well I'm still fond of you, oh
I'm too tired, I'm so sick and tired
And I'm feeling very sick and ill today
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