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New Order Hurt

One, two, three, four I am for you can enjoy, I can give you Give me, give me, give me It's a time we love to hate, I can give you. I am for you will

One, two, three, four I am for you can enjoy, I can give you Give me, give me, give me It's a time we love to hate, I can give you. I am for you will

One, two, three, four I am for you can enjoy, I can give you Give me, give me, give me It's a time we love to hate, I can give you. I am for you will

Hello, everyone, it's nice to be here I've come so far to see you all I can see your deep blue eyes They sleep beneath the open sky Before you stands

that birth me And the one that birth her, know that you gotta hurt me Before you hurt her or hurt her, or hurt them or hurt we I cursed see the worsest

answers phones at his desk Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record

go, on the count of free One, two, free, whee There goes mama, spwashin' in the water No more fightin' wit' dad, no more restraining order No more step-da-da, no more new

eat it's gettin' hard to pray Pray, pray, pray In order to receive then we need to give We gotta feed the kids, they gotta eat to live In order to receive

again Fifty dollar half-a-men, daydreamin' Fuck around get wet like semen, your whole team-and Be Morgan than Freeman I took the cream and, moved to new places new