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Hurt, First, Me, Please

Weekly song post right here! One of my all time favorite bands, don't even get me started. I am pretty sure I am in love with each of these beautiful ladies. Um, especially Theresa Wayman...
I hope you enjoy this because I'll probably be posting more from them...


I'm not prepared, I just gotta gotta get there
Where am I, why can't I just get it together?
Fuck it, where's my shit?
Oh my God I'm mad at it
Oh my God I'm mad at it

Oh my God I'm mad at it
I wanna throw it out the window
I wanna throw it out the window
I wanna throw it out the window
I wanna throw it out the window

And here I go, hanging on
Nothing new, nothing new,
nothing and nothing
oh no

Let's get naked and rip down the wall that makes me crazy, 
tell me how
Someone hold my hand and give me lessons 'cos I wanna
Melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot

I'll never stay, love is the only way out
I... oh-ohh
And oh, when I see you
I'm lucky, waiting for silence to come and
take me down (down)
To see, what you are waiting for
why do I need the sound?
So slow
Hurt, first, me, please
I know that you want to, I know that you want to
please tell me
where you're hiding
Hurt, me, ohhhh
waiting for 
(true love)
to save this love 
break through fire

...I am not prepared, I just gotta gotta get there,
where am I, why can't I just get it together?
Fuck it, where's my shit?
Oh my God I'm mad at it
Oh my God I'm mad at it
I wanna throw it out the window
Let's get naked and rip down the wall that makes me crazy
tell me how
Someone hold my hand and give me lessons 'cos I wanna
Melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot inside of it
I wanna melt the knot inside of it
Someone hold my hand and give me lessons 'cos I wanna...

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