A Bed of Thorn
Alas my life is like a bed of thorn
If I had a choice I would not be born
Oh my love is like a bad heartache
It reminds me always what I lack
Oh my eyes are like thirsty sand
No one gives me her tender hand
Oh my nights are full of sleeplessness
Cause my everything is in a mess
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