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Andreas Gerhartsreiter - The Hurt Lyrics

There are some who never fit
In these bright and airy rooms
Meagre flowers, sparse of leaf
Who have grown from bitter root

In a dried up
Dusty corner
Where nobody ever goes

Like the garbage
Wilted flowers
Somewhere hidden out of sight

A mound of broken toys
Experiments that went awry
The shunned they turn their faces
From the judgement of the gaze

Backyard garden of the hurt
Twisted, bent, a stunted growth
Seeds tossed aside

Oh nevermind the sun
Nevermind the hurt

Oh well whatever, nevermind
In a dried up
Dusty corner
Where nobody ever goes
Like the garbage
Wilted flowers
Somewhere hidden out of sight